Bound by Venom: Harry Potter Fic
Title: Bound by Venom
Fandom: Harry Potter
Recipient: jehove
Pairing: Severus Snape/Igor Karkaroff
Summary: Set during Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. With Voldemort’s return impending, Karkaroff and Snape confront their past betrayals and future possibilities.
Beta Reader: Nzomniac
Word Count: 2239
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, dub-con, bondage, D/s, object insertion.
Author’s Note: Written for the Snape Rare Slashaton 2007 . My prompt was “Snape is avoiding Karkaroff and Karkaroff isn’t happy about it. Mind Manipulation.” The song Karkaroff refers to is “Sub-mission” by the Sex Pistols.
Bound by Venom
From the beginning, from the day the Durmstrang ship emerged from Hogwarts’ lake, it was evident that Igor Karkaroff wanted something from Severus Snape which Snape did not wish to give him.
All that fall, the two men danced a little dance with Karkaroff relentlessly pursuing and Snape evading. The slight, shadowy Potions master always took care to keep himself surrounded by colleagues or even students whenever Karkaroff was around. They spoke to each other, always in the company of others, like actors performing lines. Their words were superficially courteous, their smiles fixed, but their eyes blazed.
As much as he wanted to get at Snape, Karkaroff was a guest and an ambassador for his school and conducted himself accordingly, but then, at dinner in the Great Hall several days after the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, Karkaroff launched what could only be described as a full-out offensive.
Late into the meal, Viktor Krum entered the Great Hall with an armload of books and Hermione Granger at his side. Noting this, Karkaroff began to speak. And while he made a pretense of addressing everyone in the small group of adults around him at the faculty table, his comments were clearly aimed at Severus Snape.
“Viktor seems to have found himself a pretty companion,” he said clearly. “Very pretty indeed.”
“She might be with a bit of effort,” Madame Maxime remarked absently. “These Hogwarts girls all seem so dowdy.”
“Normally, I would object to a student of mine fraternizing with a young lady,” Karkaroff went on. “The fairer sex can make a man soft, but, given the circumstances, I must consider girls the lesser evil. After all, England is a dangerous place for a young man.”
“How fortunate then that this is Scotland,” Snape muttered.
“Dangerous?” Professor Sprout asked. “How so?”
“I mean no offense, Professor Sprout, Pomona, but surely you’ve noticed that your school is positively teeming with pasty faced effeminates. What is it you call them here? Pansies? Nancy boys?”
“Oh. My…” Professor Sprout gasped, turning quite red as Snape turned quite white. Madame Maxime, however, only laughed.
“What nonsense,” she declared. “Don’t tell me you’re that unsophisticated, Igor. It’s only natural for young people to be drawn to members of their own sex. At Beauxbatons, our girls are encouraged to explore their romantic feelings towards one another. Most outgrow it, and as for those that don’t, they’ve learned early on what they like.”
“It’s quite different for girls,” Karkaroff said with a condescending chuckle. “Who could object to a lovely creature like your Fleur exploring romantic feelings with another girl--say, Viktor’s pretty friend? It’s really quite delightful to think of it.”
Snape exploded.
“You will not speak of Miss Granger or any of the young women here in that manner,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“I quite agree with Severus,” Madame Maxime said, drawing herself up. “What has gotten into you, Igor?”
Karkaroff rose from the table glancing knowingly at Snape, who was all but trembling with rage, and smiled.
“My apologies, Madame, and you as well, Professor Sprout,” he said suavely. “I was certainly out of line. It will not happen again.” Then he sauntered away with a smirk on his face.
“How queer,” Madame Maxime declared. “He is usually quite the gentleman.”
“What he is,” Snape muttered darkly, “is vermin.”
“Are you well, Monsieur Snape? You are so pale.”
“Thank you for your concern, Madame,” Snape said, trying to regain control. “But I am quite well.” Her concern was the worst thing at a time like this. It only irritated him, made him even angrier. He was so livid with rage he would happily murder the next person who spoke to him, and Madame Maxime continued to press.
“You are white as a ghost and shaking. You’ve eaten almost nothing, as usual…”
“Please excuse me,” Snape said abruptly. He awkwardly rose, nearly upsetting his chair, and lurched towards the doorway. Madame Maxime made to follow, but Professor Sprout laid her hand, small and rough from gardening, on the Frenchwoman’s large glove.
“I know you mean well, Madame,” she said, “but we’ve all had to learn that Severus will not tolerate mothering from anyone or for any reason.”
Even as Snape retreated from the Great Hall and sought out the quiet darkness of the empty hallways, he knew he was falling into Karkaroff’s trap, but it didn’t seem that there was any other way. That was Karkaroff’s maddening genius. The man always seemed to be able to move people where he wanted them, like chess pieces on a board.
Snape walked quickly in the direction of his office, hoping to evade Karkaroff, but he was not successful. The man stepped out of the darkness, blocking the way.
“Severus, my dear little friend,” Karkaroff said smoothly. “At last, I’ve caught you alone. No doubt I’ve fallen in the estimations of Madame Maxime and Professor Sprout, but it’s quite worth it to have your full attention at last.”
“How dare you,” Snape screamed at him. “How dare you make obscene suggestions about a student? How dare you say those vile things about me in front of my colleagues?”
“Yes, yes, you’re quite outraged, but do lower your voice, or you’ll attract an audience,” Karkaroff chuckled. “Or is that what you’re hoping to do? You don’t seem to want to be alone with me. Are you afraid? Afraid I’m going to punish you for betraying the cause.”
Snape glared at him hatefully.
“I sold you; you sold me, Igor. We’re even. We have nothing to say to each other,” Snape said coldly, then, to show he was not afraid, he made to push by Karkaroff. As he did, the other man’s arms closed around him, catching and holding him in a restraining embrace.
“Get your hands off me, you dammed hypocrite,” Snape hissed.
“You’re not shouting anymore, are you Severus?” Karkaroff said. .
“Let me go.” He struggled fiercely but vainly against Karkaroff’s far superior strength. The man only laughed and slid his hands between the buttons of Snape’s robes, underneath the heavy dark fabric, against the skin of the Potion master’s chest and belly. Under his touch, Snape’s resistance ebbed, and, instead, he shivered in Karkaroff’s arms.
“I see I still have power over you, little friend,” Karkaroff whispered. “No one could ever make you quite as angry or relieve that anger quite the way I could. Isn’t that right? You wriggle for me like a dog wanting to be petted. Has anyone touched you these past thirteen years?” His hands slip lower, under the waistband of Snape’s trousers, fingers raking through his pubic hair.
“Stop this, Igor. Get your filthy hands off me,” Snape protested even as he leaned back against the other man, closing his eyes. Karkaroff’s fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing and coaxing him to hardness.
“I will have you to myself, Severus. There are important things we need to speak of. You know what they are. Your classroom is nearby; you will take me there.”
In the Potions classroom, Snape locked the door and let Karkaroff bend him over one of the worktables and cast a binding spell. Magical cords wrapped around Snape as Karkaroff hiked up his robes, pulled down his trousers, laying him open, exposing him.
“You haven’t changed, Severus,” Karkaroff said softly, rubbing his own erection against Snape’s bared arse, hands working on Snape’s cock. “You’re as you were--quick to anger, even quicker to moan and writhe in ecstasy. You try and control everything because you’ve never been able to control yourself.” Snape whimpered as Karkaroff slid a spit-slicked finger harshly inside him but ground against him, lost in sexual delirium.
“Do you remember games we used to play, my little friend,” Karkaroff continued. “Where I was your daddy and you were my little boy, the whip, your green hair and black lipstick? Do you remember Johnny Rotten singing to us on the radio? Submission going down down. Dragging me down submission. My cock in your tight, British ass. Do you want that again, Severus?”
“Yes…”
“How I would take you to your limits and beyond. Do you want that?”
“Yes…”
Something penetrated the clenched ring of Snape’s anus, something cold, hard and sleek. Karkaroff moved it back and forth in the motions of fucking.
“What is it?” Snape asked, his voice wavering.
“One of the glass tubes you use for your potions,” Karkaroff said, and Snape’s body stiffened, tensed sharply.
“Take it out, Igor. Take it out now.” He was breathing fast, gasping for air, straining against the glass inside him.
“Accept it, little friend,” Karkaroff purred soothingly. “Relax, don’t fight or you’ll damage yourself, cut yourself open inside. Be calm, you’re practically hyperventilating.”
“Take it out,” Snape whispered through clenched teeth. “Please, take it out.”
“I was surprised when I learned you were a traitor and a spy. Very surprised ,,, until then I’d never thought you were much more than an educated pugilist, a surly little runt in need of a good spanking. I always thought you lacked discipline, that you were a liability as a solider--too temperamental and too transparent. I saw you lose yourself so many times, crying like a little girl, screaming my name, your legs wrapped around my shoulders. I saw you let yourself go with me so many times; I thought I knew everything there was to know about you. And yet, you deceived me. How did you do it, Severus? Was I just an assignment for a spy? Were you that good an actor? Are you that good an actor that you can counterfeit passion and complete surrender? I thought I owned every inch of you, but, apparently, I missed something crucial.”
He pulled out the glass tube and tossed it aside, then slammed his own erection, thick and hot, into Snape’s passage, pounding ferociously. Snape came in his hands, constricting around him, the convulsions of his orgasm bringing Karkaroff off with him.
Finally, they were still, Karkaroff still inside him, still on top of him, pinning him down.
“You’re a despicable human being, Igor,” Snape finally said, his voice trembling. “You always have been, but I was as open with you as I ever was with anyone. You were part of an assignment, but I cared for you; I may have loved you.”
“You lied, everyday, every time we were together.”
“That is the way I live--the way I’ve always lived. Knowing that if I made a wrong move or gave myself away, everything would come crashing down. I was raised in the Muggle world; I could do magic, but I had to keep it secret. I knew when I was very young that I fancied boys instead of girls. That was another secret. I’m well trained at separating myself, at hiding the things most important to me. You were more than a job to me, but I was that good an actor. Is that what you wanted to know? Are you satisfied now?”
Karkaroff’s weight lifted from Snape, and the magic cords fell away.
“It doesn’t matter,” Karkaroff said. “Voldemort is coming back, and, in his eyes, you and I are traitors, marked for death.”
“Yes.” Snape’s hand found its way to his forearm, to the mark of the snake and the skull. “The Dark Lord is returning.”
“Come back to Durmstrang with me,” Karkaroff said. “With the students there, we can raise an army. You can teach them all the Dark Arts you know. We can defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters.”
“You would protect yourself with students?”
“I am as you said--a despicable human being,” Karkaroff said with some pride. “I do whatever I must to survive, little friend.”
“You were more than a spy’s assignment to me, Igor, but what was I to you? A snot-nosed brat to smack into shape, then a way to survive? A Death Eater to turn over to the Ministry thirteen years ago and a useful ally to seduce today?”
“I can reduce you to a whimpering, twitching mass of jelly,” Karkaroff said dangerously. “I can do it just as easily today as I could when you were nineteen years old. I can do anything to you, anytime I want, and you let me.”
“You’re right, but there are parts of me you’ll never touch. I’m going to decline your offer, Igor,” Snape said. “If Voldemort returns, I plan to remain at Hogwarts and protect the children entrusted to me.”
Karkaroff laughed.
“A fine, noble sentiment,” he said. “Who’s the hypocrite now? You’re as low and dirty as I am--a slave to your anger, a slave to your pride, a liar, a traitor, and a coward.”
“I was never a coward, Igor,” Snape said contemptuously as he unlocked the door. “You betrayed Voldemort to save your life. I had my own reasons.”
“Another of your precious secrets?” Karkaroff sneered.
“The most precious of them all,” Snape said as he began to walk out.
“You can’t turn your back on me, Severus,” Karkaroff shouted, catching his arm. “You and I are Death Eaters to the world and traitors to the Death Eaters. You and I are bound by venom, by hatred, and by the death wishes of both sides. You need me. You need me if you want to live…”
“Did I ever say I wanted that?”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Recipient: jehove
Pairing: Severus Snape/Igor Karkaroff
Summary: Set during Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. With Voldemort’s return impending, Karkaroff and Snape confront their past betrayals and future possibilities.
Beta Reader: Nzomniac
Word Count: 2239
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, dub-con, bondage, D/s, object insertion.
Author’s Note: Written for the Snape Rare Slashaton 2007 . My prompt was “Snape is avoiding Karkaroff and Karkaroff isn’t happy about it. Mind Manipulation.” The song Karkaroff refers to is “Sub-mission” by the Sex Pistols.
Bound by Venom
From the beginning, from the day the Durmstrang ship emerged from Hogwarts’ lake, it was evident that Igor Karkaroff wanted something from Severus Snape which Snape did not wish to give him.
All that fall, the two men danced a little dance with Karkaroff relentlessly pursuing and Snape evading. The slight, shadowy Potions master always took care to keep himself surrounded by colleagues or even students whenever Karkaroff was around. They spoke to each other, always in the company of others, like actors performing lines. Their words were superficially courteous, their smiles fixed, but their eyes blazed.
As much as he wanted to get at Snape, Karkaroff was a guest and an ambassador for his school and conducted himself accordingly, but then, at dinner in the Great Hall several days after the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, Karkaroff launched what could only be described as a full-out offensive.
Late into the meal, Viktor Krum entered the Great Hall with an armload of books and Hermione Granger at his side. Noting this, Karkaroff began to speak. And while he made a pretense of addressing everyone in the small group of adults around him at the faculty table, his comments were clearly aimed at Severus Snape.
“Viktor seems to have found himself a pretty companion,” he said clearly. “Very pretty indeed.”
“She might be with a bit of effort,” Madame Maxime remarked absently. “These Hogwarts girls all seem so dowdy.”
“Normally, I would object to a student of mine fraternizing with a young lady,” Karkaroff went on. “The fairer sex can make a man soft, but, given the circumstances, I must consider girls the lesser evil. After all, England is a dangerous place for a young man.”
“How fortunate then that this is Scotland,” Snape muttered.
“Dangerous?” Professor Sprout asked. “How so?”
“I mean no offense, Professor Sprout, Pomona, but surely you’ve noticed that your school is positively teeming with pasty faced effeminates. What is it you call them here? Pansies? Nancy boys?”
“Oh. My…” Professor Sprout gasped, turning quite red as Snape turned quite white. Madame Maxime, however, only laughed.
“What nonsense,” she declared. “Don’t tell me you’re that unsophisticated, Igor. It’s only natural for young people to be drawn to members of their own sex. At Beauxbatons, our girls are encouraged to explore their romantic feelings towards one another. Most outgrow it, and as for those that don’t, they’ve learned early on what they like.”
“It’s quite different for girls,” Karkaroff said with a condescending chuckle. “Who could object to a lovely creature like your Fleur exploring romantic feelings with another girl--say, Viktor’s pretty friend? It’s really quite delightful to think of it.”
Snape exploded.
“You will not speak of Miss Granger or any of the young women here in that manner,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“I quite agree with Severus,” Madame Maxime said, drawing herself up. “What has gotten into you, Igor?”
Karkaroff rose from the table glancing knowingly at Snape, who was all but trembling with rage, and smiled.
“My apologies, Madame, and you as well, Professor Sprout,” he said suavely. “I was certainly out of line. It will not happen again.” Then he sauntered away with a smirk on his face.
“How queer,” Madame Maxime declared. “He is usually quite the gentleman.”
“What he is,” Snape muttered darkly, “is vermin.”
“Are you well, Monsieur Snape? You are so pale.”
“Thank you for your concern, Madame,” Snape said, trying to regain control. “But I am quite well.” Her concern was the worst thing at a time like this. It only irritated him, made him even angrier. He was so livid with rage he would happily murder the next person who spoke to him, and Madame Maxime continued to press.
“You are white as a ghost and shaking. You’ve eaten almost nothing, as usual…”
“Please excuse me,” Snape said abruptly. He awkwardly rose, nearly upsetting his chair, and lurched towards the doorway. Madame Maxime made to follow, but Professor Sprout laid her hand, small and rough from gardening, on the Frenchwoman’s large glove.
“I know you mean well, Madame,” she said, “but we’ve all had to learn that Severus will not tolerate mothering from anyone or for any reason.”
Even as Snape retreated from the Great Hall and sought out the quiet darkness of the empty hallways, he knew he was falling into Karkaroff’s trap, but it didn’t seem that there was any other way. That was Karkaroff’s maddening genius. The man always seemed to be able to move people where he wanted them, like chess pieces on a board.
Snape walked quickly in the direction of his office, hoping to evade Karkaroff, but he was not successful. The man stepped out of the darkness, blocking the way.
“Severus, my dear little friend,” Karkaroff said smoothly. “At last, I’ve caught you alone. No doubt I’ve fallen in the estimations of Madame Maxime and Professor Sprout, but it’s quite worth it to have your full attention at last.”
“How dare you,” Snape screamed at him. “How dare you make obscene suggestions about a student? How dare you say those vile things about me in front of my colleagues?”
“Yes, yes, you’re quite outraged, but do lower your voice, or you’ll attract an audience,” Karkaroff chuckled. “Or is that what you’re hoping to do? You don’t seem to want to be alone with me. Are you afraid? Afraid I’m going to punish you for betraying the cause.”
Snape glared at him hatefully.
“I sold you; you sold me, Igor. We’re even. We have nothing to say to each other,” Snape said coldly, then, to show he was not afraid, he made to push by Karkaroff. As he did, the other man’s arms closed around him, catching and holding him in a restraining embrace.
“Get your hands off me, you dammed hypocrite,” Snape hissed.
“You’re not shouting anymore, are you Severus?” Karkaroff said. .
“Let me go.” He struggled fiercely but vainly against Karkaroff’s far superior strength. The man only laughed and slid his hands between the buttons of Snape’s robes, underneath the heavy dark fabric, against the skin of the Potion master’s chest and belly. Under his touch, Snape’s resistance ebbed, and, instead, he shivered in Karkaroff’s arms.
“I see I still have power over you, little friend,” Karkaroff whispered. “No one could ever make you quite as angry or relieve that anger quite the way I could. Isn’t that right? You wriggle for me like a dog wanting to be petted. Has anyone touched you these past thirteen years?” His hands slip lower, under the waistband of Snape’s trousers, fingers raking through his pubic hair.
“Stop this, Igor. Get your filthy hands off me,” Snape protested even as he leaned back against the other man, closing his eyes. Karkaroff’s fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing and coaxing him to hardness.
“I will have you to myself, Severus. There are important things we need to speak of. You know what they are. Your classroom is nearby; you will take me there.”
In the Potions classroom, Snape locked the door and let Karkaroff bend him over one of the worktables and cast a binding spell. Magical cords wrapped around Snape as Karkaroff hiked up his robes, pulled down his trousers, laying him open, exposing him.
“You haven’t changed, Severus,” Karkaroff said softly, rubbing his own erection against Snape’s bared arse, hands working on Snape’s cock. “You’re as you were--quick to anger, even quicker to moan and writhe in ecstasy. You try and control everything because you’ve never been able to control yourself.” Snape whimpered as Karkaroff slid a spit-slicked finger harshly inside him but ground against him, lost in sexual delirium.
“Do you remember games we used to play, my little friend,” Karkaroff continued. “Where I was your daddy and you were my little boy, the whip, your green hair and black lipstick? Do you remember Johnny Rotten singing to us on the radio? Submission going down down. Dragging me down submission. My cock in your tight, British ass. Do you want that again, Severus?”
“Yes…”
“How I would take you to your limits and beyond. Do you want that?”
“Yes…”
Something penetrated the clenched ring of Snape’s anus, something cold, hard and sleek. Karkaroff moved it back and forth in the motions of fucking.
“What is it?” Snape asked, his voice wavering.
“One of the glass tubes you use for your potions,” Karkaroff said, and Snape’s body stiffened, tensed sharply.
“Take it out, Igor. Take it out now.” He was breathing fast, gasping for air, straining against the glass inside him.
“Accept it, little friend,” Karkaroff purred soothingly. “Relax, don’t fight or you’ll damage yourself, cut yourself open inside. Be calm, you’re practically hyperventilating.”
“Take it out,” Snape whispered through clenched teeth. “Please, take it out.”
“I was surprised when I learned you were a traitor and a spy. Very surprised ,,, until then I’d never thought you were much more than an educated pugilist, a surly little runt in need of a good spanking. I always thought you lacked discipline, that you were a liability as a solider--too temperamental and too transparent. I saw you lose yourself so many times, crying like a little girl, screaming my name, your legs wrapped around my shoulders. I saw you let yourself go with me so many times; I thought I knew everything there was to know about you. And yet, you deceived me. How did you do it, Severus? Was I just an assignment for a spy? Were you that good an actor? Are you that good an actor that you can counterfeit passion and complete surrender? I thought I owned every inch of you, but, apparently, I missed something crucial.”
He pulled out the glass tube and tossed it aside, then slammed his own erection, thick and hot, into Snape’s passage, pounding ferociously. Snape came in his hands, constricting around him, the convulsions of his orgasm bringing Karkaroff off with him.
Finally, they were still, Karkaroff still inside him, still on top of him, pinning him down.
“You’re a despicable human being, Igor,” Snape finally said, his voice trembling. “You always have been, but I was as open with you as I ever was with anyone. You were part of an assignment, but I cared for you; I may have loved you.”
“You lied, everyday, every time we were together.”
“That is the way I live--the way I’ve always lived. Knowing that if I made a wrong move or gave myself away, everything would come crashing down. I was raised in the Muggle world; I could do magic, but I had to keep it secret. I knew when I was very young that I fancied boys instead of girls. That was another secret. I’m well trained at separating myself, at hiding the things most important to me. You were more than a job to me, but I was that good an actor. Is that what you wanted to know? Are you satisfied now?”
Karkaroff’s weight lifted from Snape, and the magic cords fell away.
“It doesn’t matter,” Karkaroff said. “Voldemort is coming back, and, in his eyes, you and I are traitors, marked for death.”
“Yes.” Snape’s hand found its way to his forearm, to the mark of the snake and the skull. “The Dark Lord is returning.”
“Come back to Durmstrang with me,” Karkaroff said. “With the students there, we can raise an army. You can teach them all the Dark Arts you know. We can defeat Voldemort and his Death Eaters.”
“You would protect yourself with students?”
“I am as you said--a despicable human being,” Karkaroff said with some pride. “I do whatever I must to survive, little friend.”
“You were more than a spy’s assignment to me, Igor, but what was I to you? A snot-nosed brat to smack into shape, then a way to survive? A Death Eater to turn over to the Ministry thirteen years ago and a useful ally to seduce today?”
“I can reduce you to a whimpering, twitching mass of jelly,” Karkaroff said dangerously. “I can do it just as easily today as I could when you were nineteen years old. I can do anything to you, anytime I want, and you let me.”
“You’re right, but there are parts of me you’ll never touch. I’m going to decline your offer, Igor,” Snape said. “If Voldemort returns, I plan to remain at Hogwarts and protect the children entrusted to me.”
Karkaroff laughed.
“A fine, noble sentiment,” he said. “Who’s the hypocrite now? You’re as low and dirty as I am--a slave to your anger, a slave to your pride, a liar, a traitor, and a coward.”
“I was never a coward, Igor,” Snape said contemptuously as he unlocked the door. “You betrayed Voldemort to save your life. I had my own reasons.”
“Another of your precious secrets?” Karkaroff sneered.
“The most precious of them all,” Snape said as he began to walk out.
“You can’t turn your back on me, Severus,” Karkaroff shouted, catching his arm. “You and I are Death Eaters to the world and traitors to the Death Eaters. You and I are bound by venom, by hatred, and by the death wishes of both sides. You need me. You need me if you want to live…”
“Did I ever say I wanted that?”