Tempered
Title: Tempered
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (100)(2)
Rating: R
Challenge: 42 - knees, elbows
Warnings: Slavery, not fluffy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: In the Metals series, sequel to Prince's Metal
Severus had been on his knees before Voldemort, his thin arm pale against the dark robe as the darkness was burned into his flesh.
He was on his knees before Albus, tears washed away by the taste of tea and lemon and the sweet balm of forgiveness.
He is on his knees before Albus again, the bitter plea for another servitude dying on his lips. There's the weight of manacles in his hands, the weight of the bond against his mind.
Potter is pale-faced, his pupils dilated and dark. Severus bows his head and bites his lip, tasting copper.
"Please."
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Severus wakes, twisted into an awkward position on the narrow bed, and chafes the feeling back into his arms. His elbows bear the weight of the manacles when he sleeps.
Potter is behind him, strong hands rubbing the soreness from his neck, and the morning chill disappears.
Potter leaves without a backward glance, his warmth lingering a little longer. "You've overslept, Snape. Make me a cup of tea."
The manacles drag on Severus's wrists, the weight borne by his elbows. The chime of the copper ringing in the stillness, he bites his tongue and drags himself into the kitchen.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (100)(2)
Rating: R
Challenge: 42 - knees, elbows
Warnings: Slavery, not fluffy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: In the Metals series, sequel to Prince's Metal
Severus had been on his knees before Voldemort, his thin arm pale against the dark robe as the darkness was burned into his flesh.
He was on his knees before Albus, tears washed away by the taste of tea and lemon and the sweet balm of forgiveness.
He is on his knees before Albus again, the bitter plea for another servitude dying on his lips. There's the weight of manacles in his hands, the weight of the bond against his mind.
Potter is pale-faced, his pupils dilated and dark. Severus bows his head and bites his lip, tasting copper.
"Please."
-------
Severus wakes, twisted into an awkward position on the narrow bed, and chafes the feeling back into his arms. His elbows bear the weight of the manacles when he sleeps.
Potter is behind him, strong hands rubbing the soreness from his neck, and the morning chill disappears.
Potter leaves without a backward glance, his warmth lingering a little longer. "You've overslept, Snape. Make me a cup of tea."
The manacles drag on Severus's wrists, the weight borne by his elbows. The chime of the copper ringing in the stillness, he bites his tongue and drags himself into the kitchen.