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Title: Bathing With Darkness
Author: Panda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light bondage, violence, torture, some erotic asphyxiation, minor chan
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Young Severus silently waved his wand at the bathroom door, locking it with a soft click. He set his wand on the window seat and settled back against the end of the tub, letting the warm water relax his muscles. His chest rose and fell deeply and rhythmically, until he felt his fingers tingling and his head spin, then the unruly black hair disappeared beneath the surface, a tiny cloud of bubbles bursting above it.
In the darkness outside, a cloaked figure with glowing red eyes watched through the frosted window, a wicked smile crossing his pale face.
In the dimly lit dungeons of Hogwarts, a very adult Severus Snape settled in for his weekly bath. He let the warmth seep into his achy bones and sooth the stresses of the day away. When the door creaked open, he ignored it, knowing that the only person it could be posed no threat to him; quite the opposite, in fact. When Snape felt cool hands snake around his shoulders and neck, he sighed and kept his eyes closed in trust. Warm lips met his, and Snape kissed back with his usual small amount of uncaring passion when it came to small loving gestures. He preferred to get right to the point, and his lover knew that. A hand snaked under the surface and wrapped around Snape's languid cock, slowly stirring it to life. Snape groaned softly and leaned his head back, exposing his throat. When the hand still resting on his shoulder suddenly pushed him under the water, however, all thoughts of passion and trust fled. Snape struggled for seconds before he forced himself, coughing and choking with shock, up above the surface, his black eyes wide and fixed on Lupin with a fear his lover had never seen before.
"Don't fucking *do* that again!" Snape roared, then lay back again, trying to calm down, his hands grasping the sides of the black porcelain tub until his knuckles turned white. Lupin didn't say a word, just snatched up his bathrobe and left quietly. Snape got his trembling under control and tried to push the bad memories out of his mind.
The Dark Lord appeared noiselessly in the bathroom beside the end of the tub, watching the ten-year-old Snape ripple under the bath water, the small cheeks puffed out in a strong effort to hold on to his air. Voldemort was impressed at the boy's strength. He looked the small pale body up and down and felt his arousal stirring. Just as Severus was about to rise out of the water, the Dark Lord's pale hands grasped his shoulders in a bruising hold and forced him back under. Severus kicked wildly and clawed at the hands, bursts of bubbles breaking the turbulent surface. Just as the boy started to choke and inhale the water, Voldemort vanished, releasing him. Severus rose and coughed up a lungfull of water, tears and mucus running down his face. He gasped loudly and sobbed, staring with horror at the small erection he now had.
Snape rose out of the tub a moment later, disgusted that his erection had not wilted. How could he like this, enjoy this evil manner of torture? He would see to it that his lovers never found out his secret. Wrapping a towel around himself, Snape went to the small serpent-ringed mirror and tugged a comb through his wet hair carelessly. The darkness he felt boiling inside him from that incident would only be cooled when he could have release. The sooner he got into bed with Lupin, the better. If Lupin would still have him, after that outburst.
Snape reached for his black nightgown, hesitating only a brief moment before tugging it on, then he let the water out of the tub and made his way into the bedroom. He saw the dirty-blonde hair peeking up over the edge of his rocker in front of the fire.
“I’m sorry,” Snape said gruffly, quickly, getting the apology over with. “Just don’t ask me to talk about it.” He seated himself on the bed, waiting expectantly for his partner to join him.
Severus hurried through the hall towards his next class, shoving his way through the crowd, frantically glancing behind him every few steps. They were still gaining. He’d thought the students here would have grown up, grown some respect, by the fifth year. But the terror still filled him, so why should they quit their torture? Sweat stuck his long, stringy black hair to his forehead as he pushed on fruitlessly.
Lupin stood slowly, the chair’s creaking echoing through the quiet room. He was still wearing only his bath robe. He stood next to Severus and ran a warm hand up the tensed arm.
“We don’t have to talk,” he whispered, before leaning in and covering Snape’s cool lips. Snape’s arms hung limply at his sides. His stubborn persistence at denying anything tender and compassionate still lingered, even as his lips returned the kiss, and deepened it, demanding more. Lupin gladly gave more, pushing Snape back onto the crimson comforter and adding vigor to the kiss, seeking his lover’s tongue and weaving his with it, until they were both dizzy with need for air. Knowing what Severus needed, Lupin grasped the small, pale wrists and held them firm to the mattress as his hips began to grind down, trapped and growing erections meeting through layers of terrycloth and silk.
Severus ducked into one of the rooms he came upon, hoping the others hadn’t seen where he went. He backed up, eyes locked on the door, until his back was jabbed by the edge of a porcelain sink, and his heart jumped with surprise and dread. It was an empty room, a bathroom. And just as he’d feared, the door slammed open again, and James, Sirius, and Lupin spilled inside, Sirius slamming the door behind them and locking it, an evil gleam in his eye.
‘That gleam is supposed to be in my eye,’ Snape thought, his mind racing as he backed even further into one of the stalls and tried to force the door shut. He knew it wasn’t any use.
Lupin was panting now, with need and desire, and sweat was breaking out on both of their bodies despite the coolness of the room. Lupin tugged the sleeves of Snape’s gown down until his wrists were exposed, then he muttered something, and a metal clang sounded, wrapping the wrists in cuffs and securing them to the bed. Snape panted even harder, his eyes closing in the surge of pleasure he felt from the cold steel.
Lupin stood and stripped off his robe quickly, then climbed back onto his bound lover, holding back a smile of contentment. He lowered his head and licked at the rarely exposed throat, nibbling his way up to the jawline. After a few seconds of sucking and licking there, Snape finally broke the silence.
“Don’t you dare leave a mark there, Lupin. Let’s just get on with it.”
“You’re in no position to make demands, Sev.”
The flimsy wooden door flew open hard enough to practically send it flying off it’s hinges. Snape felt like a scared little kid, and tried to straighten up, tried to look the other boys in the eye, tried to be defiant. The ensuing laughter roared through the large tiled room. Severus didn’t flinch, and James raised and eyebrow at Sirius, who smirked back, then they all reached for him. One hand grasped his hair tightly, stinging his eyes with unshed tears.
“Have you seen yourself, Snivellus?” Sirius sneered. The hands spun him around and forced him to his knees. He was facing the toilet now. ‘How convenient,’ he thought, the bile rising in his throat, even as he fought back the tears. The hand in his hair forced his face into the bowl, so that he was inches from the surface of the cold, still water.
“Look at yourself! You disgusting git!” More laughter roared.
This time, he let the tears fall, and watched them ripple his reflection. ‘Weakling. Weak…’
Lupin grinned at the gruff silence that followed, and slowly eased the bottom of the silk gown up and over Snape’s impressive erection. He wet his own thumb, and rubbed the head of Snape’s cock slowly, teasingly. Snape, eyes still closed, shuddered. Lupin sucked on two more fingers, then eased them inside the puckering hole, working them in and out gently. He added a third for a few moments, then pulled them out and lifted Snape’s knees. Easing his own cock into the warm, relaxed opening, Snape finally opened his eyes and looked at Lupin, filling the other man with happiness. Lupin was the only one Snape looked at that way.
As rough as he sometimes wanted it, Lupin refused to hurt his lover. Not anymore.
“What do you see in there?” Lupin demanded. “Who do you see?” Snape closed his eyes and remained quiet, refusing to entertain them more than he already was. When he didn’t answer, another hand grabbed his hair, and that’s all the warning he had, before the foul water met his face and flooded his nose. Severus struggled immediately, his limbs flailing. One elbow struck something soft, the other something hard, that sent pain shooting through his arm. His feet relentlessly kicked out and struck the boys’ legs.
‘At least they’ll have bruises,’ Snape thought fuzzily, his head pounding and spinning, his lungs burning for air. He clawed at the hands holding him down, tried to block out the jeers and laughing that was muffled by the water in his ears, the same water that was now flooding down his throat.
Lupin thrust into Snape with abandon, his damp hair hanging in his darkened eyes, the muscles in his chest and stomach rippling. A hand wrapped around Snape’s cock and stroked in perfect time. Snape’s fingers grasped the bed rails as he arched off the bed with every few thrusts, his chest heaving. His black eyes searched the ceiling, then Lupin’s face, as if making sure it was still him, making sure it wasn’t a dream. Snape always had trouble believing it was real, believing he could be loved like this. And there were times when he didn’t want the love, he just wanted the release. There were times when he needed the love more than anything, but refused to ask for it.
Severus shuddered once, and the kicking stopped. The laughing and voices died out quickly, and the hands left the back of his head.
“Did we kill him?” James asked, his voice wavering a little.
“Who cares?” Sirius spat, kicking Snape in the ribs. The kick jarred Snape awake, and he shot out of the water, coughing and throwing up water. The three boys hurried out of the stall.
“We’re late for class,” Lupin offered, unlocking the door quickly and hurrying out with the others in tow.
Snape knelt by the toilet, his face covered in tears and toilet water and vomit. The front of his trousers was wet and warm, but he refused to think of what that meant. He only wished he’d been under another minute. He only wished he hadn’t come back up.
“Stop thinking, Sev.” Lupin panted. “Almost… Tell me you’re almost there.” The words were a request, and Snape knew Lupin would slow down, would go as long as he had to, but not tonight. Snape shook his head, then let out a quiet, choked cry and arched off the bed, spilling his hot semen over Lupin’s hand. Seconds later, Lupin snapped his head back and came with an animalistic cry and a brutal thrust, his fingers digging into Snape’s knees. He always was much louder and more forceful than Snape.
Lupin pulled out slowly, letting Snape’s legs back down on the bed. He muttered another breathless spell that made the cuffs and chains disappear. Then he pulled the blankets back and lay in bed beside the silent man, wrapping a warm around his trembling shoulders.
“Love you, Sev,” he whispered.
Snape let a silent, unnoticed tear fall and soak into the black sheets. He would never be able to ask for what he really needed.
Be gentle, it's the first complete HP fic I've written...
Author: Panda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light bondage, violence, torture, some erotic asphyxiation, minor chan
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Young Severus silently waved his wand at the bathroom door, locking it with a soft click. He set his wand on the window seat and settled back against the end of the tub, letting the warm water relax his muscles. His chest rose and fell deeply and rhythmically, until he felt his fingers tingling and his head spin, then the unruly black hair disappeared beneath the surface, a tiny cloud of bubbles bursting above it.
In the darkness outside, a cloaked figure with glowing red eyes watched through the frosted window, a wicked smile crossing his pale face.
In the dimly lit dungeons of Hogwarts, a very adult Severus Snape settled in for his weekly bath. He let the warmth seep into his achy bones and sooth the stresses of the day away. When the door creaked open, he ignored it, knowing that the only person it could be posed no threat to him; quite the opposite, in fact. When Snape felt cool hands snake around his shoulders and neck, he sighed and kept his eyes closed in trust. Warm lips met his, and Snape kissed back with his usual small amount of uncaring passion when it came to small loving gestures. He preferred to get right to the point, and his lover knew that. A hand snaked under the surface and wrapped around Snape's languid cock, slowly stirring it to life. Snape groaned softly and leaned his head back, exposing his throat. When the hand still resting on his shoulder suddenly pushed him under the water, however, all thoughts of passion and trust fled. Snape struggled for seconds before he forced himself, coughing and choking with shock, up above the surface, his black eyes wide and fixed on Lupin with a fear his lover had never seen before.
"Don't fucking *do* that again!" Snape roared, then lay back again, trying to calm down, his hands grasping the sides of the black porcelain tub until his knuckles turned white. Lupin didn't say a word, just snatched up his bathrobe and left quietly. Snape got his trembling under control and tried to push the bad memories out of his mind.
The Dark Lord appeared noiselessly in the bathroom beside the end of the tub, watching the ten-year-old Snape ripple under the bath water, the small cheeks puffed out in a strong effort to hold on to his air. Voldemort was impressed at the boy's strength. He looked the small pale body up and down and felt his arousal stirring. Just as Severus was about to rise out of the water, the Dark Lord's pale hands grasped his shoulders in a bruising hold and forced him back under. Severus kicked wildly and clawed at the hands, bursts of bubbles breaking the turbulent surface. Just as the boy started to choke and inhale the water, Voldemort vanished, releasing him. Severus rose and coughed up a lungfull of water, tears and mucus running down his face. He gasped loudly and sobbed, staring with horror at the small erection he now had.
Snape rose out of the tub a moment later, disgusted that his erection had not wilted. How could he like this, enjoy this evil manner of torture? He would see to it that his lovers never found out his secret. Wrapping a towel around himself, Snape went to the small serpent-ringed mirror and tugged a comb through his wet hair carelessly. The darkness he felt boiling inside him from that incident would only be cooled when he could have release. The sooner he got into bed with Lupin, the better. If Lupin would still have him, after that outburst.
Snape reached for his black nightgown, hesitating only a brief moment before tugging it on, then he let the water out of the tub and made his way into the bedroom. He saw the dirty-blonde hair peeking up over the edge of his rocker in front of the fire.
“I’m sorry,” Snape said gruffly, quickly, getting the apology over with. “Just don’t ask me to talk about it.” He seated himself on the bed, waiting expectantly for his partner to join him.
Severus hurried through the hall towards his next class, shoving his way through the crowd, frantically glancing behind him every few steps. They were still gaining. He’d thought the students here would have grown up, grown some respect, by the fifth year. But the terror still filled him, so why should they quit their torture? Sweat stuck his long, stringy black hair to his forehead as he pushed on fruitlessly.
Lupin stood slowly, the chair’s creaking echoing through the quiet room. He was still wearing only his bath robe. He stood next to Severus and ran a warm hand up the tensed arm.
“We don’t have to talk,” he whispered, before leaning in and covering Snape’s cool lips. Snape’s arms hung limply at his sides. His stubborn persistence at denying anything tender and compassionate still lingered, even as his lips returned the kiss, and deepened it, demanding more. Lupin gladly gave more, pushing Snape back onto the crimson comforter and adding vigor to the kiss, seeking his lover’s tongue and weaving his with it, until they were both dizzy with need for air. Knowing what Severus needed, Lupin grasped the small, pale wrists and held them firm to the mattress as his hips began to grind down, trapped and growing erections meeting through layers of terrycloth and silk.
Severus ducked into one of the rooms he came upon, hoping the others hadn’t seen where he went. He backed up, eyes locked on the door, until his back was jabbed by the edge of a porcelain sink, and his heart jumped with surprise and dread. It was an empty room, a bathroom. And just as he’d feared, the door slammed open again, and James, Sirius, and Lupin spilled inside, Sirius slamming the door behind them and locking it, an evil gleam in his eye.
‘That gleam is supposed to be in my eye,’ Snape thought, his mind racing as he backed even further into one of the stalls and tried to force the door shut. He knew it wasn’t any use.
Lupin was panting now, with need and desire, and sweat was breaking out on both of their bodies despite the coolness of the room. Lupin tugged the sleeves of Snape’s gown down until his wrists were exposed, then he muttered something, and a metal clang sounded, wrapping the wrists in cuffs and securing them to the bed. Snape panted even harder, his eyes closing in the surge of pleasure he felt from the cold steel.
Lupin stood and stripped off his robe quickly, then climbed back onto his bound lover, holding back a smile of contentment. He lowered his head and licked at the rarely exposed throat, nibbling his way up to the jawline. After a few seconds of sucking and licking there, Snape finally broke the silence.
“Don’t you dare leave a mark there, Lupin. Let’s just get on with it.”
“You’re in no position to make demands, Sev.”
The flimsy wooden door flew open hard enough to practically send it flying off it’s hinges. Snape felt like a scared little kid, and tried to straighten up, tried to look the other boys in the eye, tried to be defiant. The ensuing laughter roared through the large tiled room. Severus didn’t flinch, and James raised and eyebrow at Sirius, who smirked back, then they all reached for him. One hand grasped his hair tightly, stinging his eyes with unshed tears.
“Have you seen yourself, Snivellus?” Sirius sneered. The hands spun him around and forced him to his knees. He was facing the toilet now. ‘How convenient,’ he thought, the bile rising in his throat, even as he fought back the tears. The hand in his hair forced his face into the bowl, so that he was inches from the surface of the cold, still water.
“Look at yourself! You disgusting git!” More laughter roared.
This time, he let the tears fall, and watched them ripple his reflection. ‘Weakling. Weak…’
Lupin grinned at the gruff silence that followed, and slowly eased the bottom of the silk gown up and over Snape’s impressive erection. He wet his own thumb, and rubbed the head of Snape’s cock slowly, teasingly. Snape, eyes still closed, shuddered. Lupin sucked on two more fingers, then eased them inside the puckering hole, working them in and out gently. He added a third for a few moments, then pulled them out and lifted Snape’s knees. Easing his own cock into the warm, relaxed opening, Snape finally opened his eyes and looked at Lupin, filling the other man with happiness. Lupin was the only one Snape looked at that way.
As rough as he sometimes wanted it, Lupin refused to hurt his lover. Not anymore.
“What do you see in there?” Lupin demanded. “Who do you see?” Snape closed his eyes and remained quiet, refusing to entertain them more than he already was. When he didn’t answer, another hand grabbed his hair, and that’s all the warning he had, before the foul water met his face and flooded his nose. Severus struggled immediately, his limbs flailing. One elbow struck something soft, the other something hard, that sent pain shooting through his arm. His feet relentlessly kicked out and struck the boys’ legs.
‘At least they’ll have bruises,’ Snape thought fuzzily, his head pounding and spinning, his lungs burning for air. He clawed at the hands holding him down, tried to block out the jeers and laughing that was muffled by the water in his ears, the same water that was now flooding down his throat.
Lupin thrust into Snape with abandon, his damp hair hanging in his darkened eyes, the muscles in his chest and stomach rippling. A hand wrapped around Snape’s cock and stroked in perfect time. Snape’s fingers grasped the bed rails as he arched off the bed with every few thrusts, his chest heaving. His black eyes searched the ceiling, then Lupin’s face, as if making sure it was still him, making sure it wasn’t a dream. Snape always had trouble believing it was real, believing he could be loved like this. And there were times when he didn’t want the love, he just wanted the release. There were times when he needed the love more than anything, but refused to ask for it.
Severus shuddered once, and the kicking stopped. The laughing and voices died out quickly, and the hands left the back of his head.
“Did we kill him?” James asked, his voice wavering a little.
“Who cares?” Sirius spat, kicking Snape in the ribs. The kick jarred Snape awake, and he shot out of the water, coughing and throwing up water. The three boys hurried out of the stall.
“We’re late for class,” Lupin offered, unlocking the door quickly and hurrying out with the others in tow.
Snape knelt by the toilet, his face covered in tears and toilet water and vomit. The front of his trousers was wet and warm, but he refused to think of what that meant. He only wished he’d been under another minute. He only wished he hadn’t come back up.
“Stop thinking, Sev.” Lupin panted. “Almost… Tell me you’re almost there.” The words were a request, and Snape knew Lupin would slow down, would go as long as he had to, but not tonight. Snape shook his head, then let out a quiet, choked cry and arched off the bed, spilling his hot semen over Lupin’s hand. Seconds later, Lupin snapped his head back and came with an animalistic cry and a brutal thrust, his fingers digging into Snape’s knees. He always was much louder and more forceful than Snape.
Lupin pulled out slowly, letting Snape’s legs back down on the bed. He muttered another breathless spell that made the cuffs and chains disappear. Then he pulled the blankets back and lay in bed beside the silent man, wrapping a warm around his trembling shoulders.
“Love you, Sev,” he whispered.
Snape let a silent, unnoticed tear fall and soak into the black sheets. He would never be able to ask for what he really needed.
Be gentle, it's the first complete HP fic I've written...