Happy Advent snarkyscorp
Title - Tinsel
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~420
Characters/Pairings - Slughorn/Snape
Warnings - Dark!fic, Implied!Non!Con,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Happy Christmas to me
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #9 Bleeding of my mission_insane Themed Table: Horror
Advent Drabble for snarkyscorp! Also, I have no idea where this came from. If you'd prefer fluff, please let me know and I'll change it :D
Horace shooed the rest of the boys from his rooms as soon as was decent; he had no use for his collection of fawning students tonight. No, tonight was about the one student who refused to fawn, or bend to Horace's whims. Never in all his years of teaching had Horace taught a student who was so immune to his charms, and to the reflected glory he basked in. It was infuriating, but intriguing, and Horace had gradually realised that the only way to win was to rely on the tools of his trade.
Crossing into his little lounge, he smiled at Severus Snape warmly. "I appreciate your volunteering to help me with putting up my Christmas decorations. It's such a magical time of year, don't you think?"
Severus shrugged, staring sullenly at the floor. Horace couldn't decide whether it was sullenness at the cheer of Christmas, sullenness at being railroaded into helping Horace outside of class, or the general sullenness that followed Severus around. But Horace couldn't hate the sullenness - it was born out of exactly the neglect and lack of trust in other people that would enable Horace to act on his desires without worry of consequences. Severus had no one, and therefore no one to turn to, no one to tell.
Horace held his breath as Severus reached for the tinsel, fighting the urge to bounce on the balls of his feet as Severus took the long strand from the box.
"Where do you want this... ow!"
The tinsel, charmed to be razor-sharp, sliced into the flesh of Severus' index finger, and Horace watched a bead of blood form and fall to the floor. It was the most colour he had ever seen on Severus, and the bright red looked obscene next to Severus' pallid skin.
"Wh-what... what did you... did you... do?" Severus choked on the words as the potion that poisoned the tinsel worked into his system. Horace had brewed it specially that afternoon, making it fast acting, and adding in a memory-altering component to give himself extra reassurance Severus would never report him.
Crossing the room and catching Severus before he could slump to the floor, Horace pulled Severus' cut finger up to his mouth, sucking on it and humming as the taste of coppery blood exploded on his tongue. Severus tasted far sweeter than he looked, and it made Horace's dick swell.
Staggering into the bedroom with Severus in tow, Horace couldn't stop himself singing under his breath.
"Happy Christmas to me, happy Christmas to me."
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~420
Characters/Pairings - Slughorn/Snape
Warnings - Dark!fic, Implied!Non!Con,
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Happy Christmas to me
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #9 Bleeding of my mission_insane Themed Table: Horror
Advent Drabble for snarkyscorp! Also, I have no idea where this came from. If you'd prefer fluff, please let me know and I'll change it :D
Horace shooed the rest of the boys from his rooms as soon as was decent; he had no use for his collection of fawning students tonight. No, tonight was about the one student who refused to fawn, or bend to Horace's whims. Never in all his years of teaching had Horace taught a student who was so immune to his charms, and to the reflected glory he basked in. It was infuriating, but intriguing, and Horace had gradually realised that the only way to win was to rely on the tools of his trade.
Crossing into his little lounge, he smiled at Severus Snape warmly. "I appreciate your volunteering to help me with putting up my Christmas decorations. It's such a magical time of year, don't you think?"
Severus shrugged, staring sullenly at the floor. Horace couldn't decide whether it was sullenness at the cheer of Christmas, sullenness at being railroaded into helping Horace outside of class, or the general sullenness that followed Severus around. But Horace couldn't hate the sullenness - it was born out of exactly the neglect and lack of trust in other people that would enable Horace to act on his desires without worry of consequences. Severus had no one, and therefore no one to turn to, no one to tell.
Horace held his breath as Severus reached for the tinsel, fighting the urge to bounce on the balls of his feet as Severus took the long strand from the box.
"Where do you want this... ow!"
The tinsel, charmed to be razor-sharp, sliced into the flesh of Severus' index finger, and Horace watched a bead of blood form and fall to the floor. It was the most colour he had ever seen on Severus, and the bright red looked obscene next to Severus' pallid skin.
"Wh-what... what did you... did you... do?" Severus choked on the words as the potion that poisoned the tinsel worked into his system. Horace had brewed it specially that afternoon, making it fast acting, and adding in a memory-altering component to give himself extra reassurance Severus would never report him.
Crossing the room and catching Severus before he could slump to the floor, Horace pulled Severus' cut finger up to his mouth, sucking on it and humming as the taste of coppery blood exploded on his tongue. Severus tasted far sweeter than he looked, and it made Horace's dick swell.
Staggering into the bedroom with Severus in tow, Horace couldn't stop himself singing under his breath.
"Happy Christmas to me, happy Christmas to me."