HP: (FIC) Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On (ADULT) Chapter 2 (HP/SS HP/LV)
Title: Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On
Pairing: HP/LV HP/SS
Rating: NC-17 Mature Adult FRAO Bugger off Kiddies
Warnings: Rape, violence, torture, character death, squickiness.
For Overchay who wanted a darkfic where Harry gets captured and all sorts of bad things happen to him. Will eventually top 5,000 words
Beta'd by:My beloved pal The_Reda
Summery: Harry is captured by the Dark Lord. Harry becomes sexual slave of the Dark Lord and Severus Snape. All is not what it seems. Will he overcome the Dark Lord? Or will he die trying?
A/N: Title is from Othello
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potter verse.
Chapter Two
Harry entered the bathroom and stood with his head bowed during Snape’s inspection. Snape poked and prodded Harry’s naked body, assessing the damage Harry had incurred during his time with Voldemort and the curse he had endured earlier in the evening. Snape produced three potions vials. He gave Harry two of them, a healing, and a pain-relief potion by the look of them. Harry dutifully swallowed the content of both vials down without hesitation and instantly felt better, physically at least. He eyed the other vial with trepidation. It was that potion. The one that made his body feel what his head resisted. He would have to take that potion later. Harry lowered himself into the warm bath and allowed Snape to begin washing him.
“Potter, you have to stop instigating the Dark Lord. He will kill you one of these days. His control over his temper is not what it once was and it was never one of things he was noted for to begin with.” Snape eyed Harry suspiciously, but continued scrubbing Harry’s chest and arms.
“Do you want to die, Potter? Is that it? Is that what you are attempting to accomplish? To ruin all that we have been fighting for? Potter, I want you to forget about dying right this second. The only one who you should help kill is the Dark Lord, not yourself. I never figured you for a coward.” Snape sneered at him. Harry knew that Snape was trying to bait him, but he refused to cooperate.
“Snape, sir, I do not see the point in living if I am just going to be his fuck toy from now until eternity. I do not know about you, but I do not enjoy having that flaking prick shoved into my mouth on a nightly basis. So, yeah. Death seems pretty good right now. I just want it to end right now. No one cares whether I live or die. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. If they cared, this fucking plan would have never even been considered, never mind followed through. I am the glorified rent boy for the Dark Lord and the best part is that I never get paid. He makes me wear WOMEN’S CLOTHING, Snape. Fucking skirts and corsets. And let us not forget that he refers to me as Sweetness and fucking Geisha all the bloody time.”
Harry tried to calm himself. Snape, as usual, knew exactly what to say and Harry fell for it. His chest was heaving and Snape had stopped washing him. Harry looked up and into Snape’s eyes and tried to read what Snape’s response might be. Snape’s lips twitched slightly as if he was trying to restrain himself from smiling and he returned to his task of washing.
Harry closed his eyes. Nothing made sense anymore. He just yelled at Snape. Screamed at him, and there was no acerbic response. No punishment. Harry opened his eyes and decided he was going to ask Snape a couple of questions. He just hoped that Snape would answer them honestly. And he prayed that the truth was what he wanted to hear.
“Snape, are we going to anything sexual tonight?”
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to know?”
“Curious, I guess.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want you to have to deal with that affliction now would we? Curiosity, after all, kills”
“Just answer the question, please. Sir”
“Yes, I do believe that was what I was ordered to do.”
“Oh.”
“What Potter? Did you want me to tell you it was because I developed a taste for your tight arse?”
“Eh.”
“Yes, Potter. I will not deny that I do enjoy these evenings. However, it is not for the sake of pleasure that I partake in them. I do it to avoid the Dark Lord’s temper as much as possible. It also gives me a chance to keep tabs on you and your health.”
“Does Dumbledore know that a part of his oh so clever ruse includes shoving your cock up my arse on a regular basis?”
Severus laughed a bit before responding, “Potter, you know as well as I that the Headmaster likes to close his eyes to the nasty aspects of war. I know that he never seem soverly concerned about the methods that I used to obtain the information I brought to him. Nor did he seem to want to discuss the hours I spent in the hospital wing after I returned from meetings.” Snape looked sharply at Harry as if debating whether to continue. Snape seemed like he came to a decision and nodded to himself.
“Potter, you do realize that winning the war is all that matters to the Headmaster. Regarding our unique situation, as long as the outcome is favorable to the Headmaster, he cares not what happens to neither you nor I, or anybody else for that matter. I know that we have fought each other much in the past, but it is no longer an advisable action. Will you, Potter…Harry, trust me and do as I ask? Follow my commands?”
Harry looked down at the pink-tinged water and thought deeply about what Snape was asking of him. To do Snape’s bidding would entail being a willing participant in the activities that followed “bath time” and acquiescing to a man that he wasn’t sure he could trust. Harry peered up at Snape and stared into his fathomless black eyes. Panic welled up into his chest and he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t sure if it was because he feared what would happen if he did agree, or what would if he didn’t. Harry ran his wet fingers through his hair and decided that the two people in the world that he truly distrusted were Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort. Snape was ambiguous at best, but Harry decided that Snape was his best chance at survival.
“Yeah, Snape. Sure, I’ll trust you. Do what you ask and stuff. It can’t get worse than this, can it?”
Snape snorted. “Perhaps, Potter. I think it is time to for you get out of the tub. We can discuss this in detail later. We have other things to attend to know. My cock being one of them.”
Harry laughed for the first time in a long time, “You sure know how to woo a guy, Snape.”
Internally, Harry still wasn’t any happier about being Snape or old Voldy’s bottom boy, but this too could not be helped.
As Harry walked toward the bed, he felt a great deal of trepidation. This time he was doing this willingly, sort of.
Harry laid down on the bed and nervously awaited Snape. Snape never was demanding when they coupled in the past. He went slow and ensured that Harry didn’t tear, but was rough enough that Voldemort’s style wasn’t a shock to the system. Snape joined Harry on the bed and just stayed still for a time. Harry wasn’t sure what had changed. Snape usually ordered Harry on his hands and knees and the rutting would commence. Harry risked a glance at Snape only to discover that Snape was staring at him. Harry opened his mouth to question the man, but was swiftly silenced by Snape’s mouth covering his own.
Snape pressed his tongue into Harry’s mouth and tasted every inch of it. Harry closed his eyes, willing this kiss, his first real kiss, not to feel so good.
Harry retreated back into his mind and allowed his body to respond by instinct. Unfortunately, his instincts plainly stated that Snape plus Harry multiplied by sex divided by hormones equaled “yippee”. Harry knew that he didn’t know much, but of this he was sure: this shouldn’t feel so good. Moans escaped his lips as Snape nibbled and licked Harry’s neck. Snape latched onto Harry’s nipples, biting and sucking on the tender flesh. Harry turned his head to the side as his hips sought out Snape’s, seeking relief. Snape suddenly stopped and forced Harry to look up at him.
“Tell me what you want, Potter.”
Please, don’t make me say it “I…I…no.”
“Do you want me to stop, Potter? Is that what you want?”
I hate you. Why are you making me do this? “Please. Snape, please fu..fuck me. I need you. Fucking hell. Damn it
Snape smirked, moving his lips closer to Harry’s nipples once more. “As you wish, Potter.”
Snape kissed Harry’s chest, stomach, abdomen, before reaching his goal. Snape locked eyes with Harry as he opened his mouth and enveloped Harry’s cock. Snape was claiming him. And he wanted Harry to know it. Harry tilted his head back, severing eye contact. It was too much. He couldn’t handle all of these feelings overwhelming him.
I can’t want this.
Harry moaned loudly as he felt Snape’s lubricated agile fingers breach him gently. Preparing him. Teasing him. Torturing him. Making him want. Want against his will. Snape pressed his throbbing cock into his arse with an agonizing slowness. Harry began to get impatient and thrust back against Snape, causing the man to smirk.
I hate you for making me want this. Want you.
Snape lowered himself down, pulling Harry’s legs over his shoulders, before kissing him soundly.
I can never go back
Snape pounded into Harry mercilessly…deeply…deliciously. Harry unconsciously wrapped his arms around Snape’s neck bringing him down for another kiss.
I don’t hate Snape for this. I hate myself. I am willingly fucking the enemy. I must be sick. Worthless. I deserve to die
Tears came unbidden to Harry’ eyes, but he refused to stop fucking Snape. Harry knew that Snape could see that he was crying, but was grateful that Snape decided against commenting. Harry’s nails dug into Snape’s back as he climaxed. His tears poured all the more as he let his arms fall against the bed. Snape leaned down once more as he came deep in Harry’s arse and whispered into his ear, “It is not a sin to want this.”
Pairing: HP/LV HP/SS
Rating: NC-17 Mature Adult FRAO Bugger off Kiddies
Warnings: Rape, violence, torture, character death, squickiness.
For Overchay who wanted a darkfic where Harry gets captured and all sorts of bad things happen to him. Will eventually top 5,000 words
Beta'd by:My beloved pal The_Reda
Summery: Harry is captured by the Dark Lord. Harry becomes sexual slave of the Dark Lord and Severus Snape. All is not what it seems. Will he overcome the Dark Lord? Or will he die trying?
A/N: Title is from Othello
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potter verse.
Chapter Two
Harry entered the bathroom and stood with his head bowed during Snape’s inspection. Snape poked and prodded Harry’s naked body, assessing the damage Harry had incurred during his time with Voldemort and the curse he had endured earlier in the evening. Snape produced three potions vials. He gave Harry two of them, a healing, and a pain-relief potion by the look of them. Harry dutifully swallowed the content of both vials down without hesitation and instantly felt better, physically at least. He eyed the other vial with trepidation. It was that potion. The one that made his body feel what his head resisted. He would have to take that potion later. Harry lowered himself into the warm bath and allowed Snape to begin washing him.
“Potter, you have to stop instigating the Dark Lord. He will kill you one of these days. His control over his temper is not what it once was and it was never one of things he was noted for to begin with.” Snape eyed Harry suspiciously, but continued scrubbing Harry’s chest and arms.
“Do you want to die, Potter? Is that it? Is that what you are attempting to accomplish? To ruin all that we have been fighting for? Potter, I want you to forget about dying right this second. The only one who you should help kill is the Dark Lord, not yourself. I never figured you for a coward.” Snape sneered at him. Harry knew that Snape was trying to bait him, but he refused to cooperate.
“Snape, sir, I do not see the point in living if I am just going to be his fuck toy from now until eternity. I do not know about you, but I do not enjoy having that flaking prick shoved into my mouth on a nightly basis. So, yeah. Death seems pretty good right now. I just want it to end right now. No one cares whether I live or die. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. If they cared, this fucking plan would have never even been considered, never mind followed through. I am the glorified rent boy for the Dark Lord and the best part is that I never get paid. He makes me wear WOMEN’S CLOTHING, Snape. Fucking skirts and corsets. And let us not forget that he refers to me as Sweetness and fucking Geisha all the bloody time.”
Harry tried to calm himself. Snape, as usual, knew exactly what to say and Harry fell for it. His chest was heaving and Snape had stopped washing him. Harry looked up and into Snape’s eyes and tried to read what Snape’s response might be. Snape’s lips twitched slightly as if he was trying to restrain himself from smiling and he returned to his task of washing.
Harry closed his eyes. Nothing made sense anymore. He just yelled at Snape. Screamed at him, and there was no acerbic response. No punishment. Harry opened his eyes and decided he was going to ask Snape a couple of questions. He just hoped that Snape would answer them honestly. And he prayed that the truth was what he wanted to hear.
“Snape, are we going to anything sexual tonight?”
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to know?”
“Curious, I guess.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want you to have to deal with that affliction now would we? Curiosity, after all, kills”
“Just answer the question, please. Sir”
“Yes, I do believe that was what I was ordered to do.”
“Oh.”
“What Potter? Did you want me to tell you it was because I developed a taste for your tight arse?”
“Eh.”
“Yes, Potter. I will not deny that I do enjoy these evenings. However, it is not for the sake of pleasure that I partake in them. I do it to avoid the Dark Lord’s temper as much as possible. It also gives me a chance to keep tabs on you and your health.”
“Does Dumbledore know that a part of his oh so clever ruse includes shoving your cock up my arse on a regular basis?”
Severus laughed a bit before responding, “Potter, you know as well as I that the Headmaster likes to close his eyes to the nasty aspects of war. I know that he never seem soverly concerned about the methods that I used to obtain the information I brought to him. Nor did he seem to want to discuss the hours I spent in the hospital wing after I returned from meetings.” Snape looked sharply at Harry as if debating whether to continue. Snape seemed like he came to a decision and nodded to himself.
“Potter, you do realize that winning the war is all that matters to the Headmaster. Regarding our unique situation, as long as the outcome is favorable to the Headmaster, he cares not what happens to neither you nor I, or anybody else for that matter. I know that we have fought each other much in the past, but it is no longer an advisable action. Will you, Potter…Harry, trust me and do as I ask? Follow my commands?”
Harry looked down at the pink-tinged water and thought deeply about what Snape was asking of him. To do Snape’s bidding would entail being a willing participant in the activities that followed “bath time” and acquiescing to a man that he wasn’t sure he could trust. Harry peered up at Snape and stared into his fathomless black eyes. Panic welled up into his chest and he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t sure if it was because he feared what would happen if he did agree, or what would if he didn’t. Harry ran his wet fingers through his hair and decided that the two people in the world that he truly distrusted were Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort. Snape was ambiguous at best, but Harry decided that Snape was his best chance at survival.
“Yeah, Snape. Sure, I’ll trust you. Do what you ask and stuff. It can’t get worse than this, can it?”
Snape snorted. “Perhaps, Potter. I think it is time to for you get out of the tub. We can discuss this in detail later. We have other things to attend to know. My cock being one of them.”
Harry laughed for the first time in a long time, “You sure know how to woo a guy, Snape.”
Internally, Harry still wasn’t any happier about being Snape or old Voldy’s bottom boy, but this too could not be helped.
As Harry walked toward the bed, he felt a great deal of trepidation. This time he was doing this willingly, sort of.
Harry laid down on the bed and nervously awaited Snape. Snape never was demanding when they coupled in the past. He went slow and ensured that Harry didn’t tear, but was rough enough that Voldemort’s style wasn’t a shock to the system. Snape joined Harry on the bed and just stayed still for a time. Harry wasn’t sure what had changed. Snape usually ordered Harry on his hands and knees and the rutting would commence. Harry risked a glance at Snape only to discover that Snape was staring at him. Harry opened his mouth to question the man, but was swiftly silenced by Snape’s mouth covering his own.
Snape pressed his tongue into Harry’s mouth and tasted every inch of it. Harry closed his eyes, willing this kiss, his first real kiss, not to feel so good.
Harry retreated back into his mind and allowed his body to respond by instinct. Unfortunately, his instincts plainly stated that Snape plus Harry multiplied by sex divided by hormones equaled “yippee”. Harry knew that he didn’t know much, but of this he was sure: this shouldn’t feel so good. Moans escaped his lips as Snape nibbled and licked Harry’s neck. Snape latched onto Harry’s nipples, biting and sucking on the tender flesh. Harry turned his head to the side as his hips sought out Snape’s, seeking relief. Snape suddenly stopped and forced Harry to look up at him.
“Tell me what you want, Potter.”
Please, don’t make me say it “I…I…no.”
“Do you want me to stop, Potter? Is that what you want?”
I hate you. Why are you making me do this? “Please. Snape, please fu..fuck me. I need you. Fucking hell. Damn it
Snape smirked, moving his lips closer to Harry’s nipples once more. “As you wish, Potter.”
Snape kissed Harry’s chest, stomach, abdomen, before reaching his goal. Snape locked eyes with Harry as he opened his mouth and enveloped Harry’s cock. Snape was claiming him. And he wanted Harry to know it. Harry tilted his head back, severing eye contact. It was too much. He couldn’t handle all of these feelings overwhelming him.
I can’t want this.
Harry moaned loudly as he felt Snape’s lubricated agile fingers breach him gently. Preparing him. Teasing him. Torturing him. Making him want. Want against his will. Snape pressed his throbbing cock into his arse with an agonizing slowness. Harry began to get impatient and thrust back against Snape, causing the man to smirk.
I hate you for making me want this. Want you.
Snape lowered himself down, pulling Harry’s legs over his shoulders, before kissing him soundly.
I can never go back
Snape pounded into Harry mercilessly…deeply…deliciously. Harry unconsciously wrapped his arms around Snape’s neck bringing him down for another kiss.
I don’t hate Snape for this. I hate myself. I am willingly fucking the enemy. I must be sick. Worthless. I deserve to die
Tears came unbidden to Harry’ eyes, but he refused to stop fucking Snape. Harry knew that Snape could see that he was crying, but was grateful that Snape decided against commenting. Harry’s nails dug into Snape’s back as he climaxed. His tears poured all the more as he let his arms fall against the bed. Snape leaned down once more as he came deep in Harry’s arse and whispered into his ear, “It is not a sin to want this.”