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"Take him," said Voldemort, and six of his Death Eaters did just that, laying hands upon Severus Snape and dragging him to the lip of the Pit.
His struggles were token, but there was, interestingly, honest disgust upon his traitor's face. Voldemort smiled to see it as he came forward. "Yes, Severus? You have some pronouncement you wish to make, before I send you to the same beyond as your bearded leader and your boy hero? Say it. I am curious."
"As am I." It did not hold enough bitterness to be a snarl. "I would like to know if you ever felt a shred of fondness for any creature in your life. Even for that snake you call pet," Severus spat. "I would like to know if there is any part of you that was ever human, RiddleFondness. No, it was too damning an emotion, was it not. He might have let himself become fond of Severus, even, had he been capable of it, and then where would he be? Hesitating to do what must be done, no doubt
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Pete/Patrick, QuestionfemmequixoticApril 28 2007, 02:46:01 UTC
There were moments when Patrick wasn't quite certain how all this had happened. Ten years ago, he'd been a kid with a set of drums in his basement and a hand-me-down guitar from his dad. Now he was standing on stage, a $2,000 Gibson in hand, and an entire fucking stadium was singing along with him and nothing, absolutely nothing had ever been better than this very moment.
Until he looked across the stage, and saw Pete, on his back, hips lifted up, his bass clutched in both his hands, an image flashed through his mind of Pete in a position almost exactly like that a few hours ago on the floor of their hotel bathroom, Patrick leaning over him, Pete’s thighs tight around his hips.
Jesus, fuck.
Okay. So that moment might have been better.
Slightly.
And then Pete grinned at him, a lazy, bright flash of teeth, and Patrick flushed but he didn’t look away, and when Pete moved closer, pressing against Patrick’s side, his mouth brushing Patrick’s throat as he whispered feel up to it again tonight?, Patrick nearly stumbled over the words
( ... )
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"Take him," said Voldemort, and six of his Death Eaters did just that, laying hands upon Severus Snape and dragging him to the lip of the Pit.
His struggles were token, but there was, interestingly, honest disgust upon his traitor's face. Voldemort smiled to see it as he came forward. "Yes, Severus? You have some pronouncement you wish to make, before I send you to the same beyond as your bearded leader and your boy hero? Say it. I am curious."
"As am I." It did not hold enough bitterness to be a snarl. "I would like to know if you ever felt a shred of fondness for any creature in your life. Even for that snake you call pet," Severus spat. "I would like to know if there is any part of you that was ever human, RiddleFondness. No, it was too damning an emotion, was it not. He might have let himself become fond of Severus, even, had he been capable of it, and then where would he be? Hesitating to do what must be done, no doubt ( ... )
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Until he looked across the stage, and saw Pete, on his back, hips lifted up, his bass clutched in both his hands, an image flashed through his mind of Pete in a position almost exactly like that a few hours ago on the floor of their hotel bathroom, Patrick leaning over him, Pete’s thighs tight around his hips.
Jesus, fuck.
Okay. So that moment might have been better.
Slightly.
And then Pete grinned at him, a lazy, bright flash of teeth, and Patrick flushed but he didn’t look away, and when Pete moved closer, pressing against Patrick’s side, his mouth brushing Patrick’s throat as he whispered feel up to it again tonight?, Patrick nearly stumbled over the words ( ... )
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