|beholder_mod (beholder_mod) wrote in hp_beholder,|
@ 2008-04-24 16:02:00
|Entry tags:||alastor moody, fic, severus snape, slash|
FIC: 'Moody Blues' for donnaimmaculata
Title: Moody Blues
Word Count: 3060
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. All belong to JKR. No harm intended, no profit made.
Category: Humor, non-established relationship, first time, angst, hurt/comfort. Possibly canon compliant, but I won't guarantee anything.
Summary: Snape is on the run after killing Dumbledore, but someone is following his every move.
Author's Notes: A huge thanks to my beta for her brainstorming abilities and exceptional beta skills. You know who you are.
Running. Harry felt himself running. Everything was a blur, and the searing pain in his heart began to slow his movements. The blinding flash of green still hung at the periphery of his vision, and his mind played the scene over and over again. He watched his mentor fall at the hands of someone he'd trusted. Albus' blind trust in this man always baffled Harry. Snape was a bastard through and through. He hated him, and if he could catch him, he'd make him pay dearly for killing Albus Dumbledore.
All Harry could see was a swirl of black somewhere in front of him and he was rapidly losing sight of that as they neared the edge of the forbidden forest. All too soon though, they disappeared through the tree line, and Harry couldn't mistake the popping sound that always followed apparition. Harry fell to his knees and sobbed. He'd lost them; Snape and Malfoy were gone, safe in the welcoming embrace of their Dark Lord.
Snape deposited Draco into the waiting arms of his mother and promptly apparated back to the forbidden forest. Curse the Potter brat, but he'd promised Albus he'd take care of the boy no matter what. He needed to make sure that Potter hadn't hurt himself during the chase. From his vantage point, Snape could see aurors roaming about the grounds. The Granger chit and the redheaded menace were consoling a sobbing Potter. He looked all right. Snape breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to apparate away.
As soon as he tried, he realized his grievous error. Anti-apparition wards were firmly in place around the forbidden forest and alarms went off, breaking the eerie silence. Aurors' heads went up as they rushed toward the tree line. Snape was at a loss. The best he could do was to flee on foot. He knew the forest well; its secrets and its hiding places were no strangers to Snape.
Hours passed and Snape's legs were beginning to give out. He had to find somewhere to rest, and soon. In a state of almost complete exhaustion, Snape made his way to the backside of the old, twisted tree and ran his hand over an odd shaped knot. The tree creaked, and a small opening appeared in its side. Snape hastily retreated inside its dark depths and fell to the floor, asleep almost instantly. Severus slept so soundly that he never heard the creaking of the tree as the hidden door opened once more.
Moody kept on his trail for six hours. He was at his wits' end, and almost lost Snape several times during the chase, but somehow he managed to hang with him. He followed Snape to the old tree and watched as a door in its side swung open. Moody grinned evilly. He had the bastard now, and he was going to make him pay for killing his oldest and dearest friend.
He gave it a few minutes, and then crept silently toward the tree. He ran his hands over the trunk until he felt a particular knot give way. To his surprise, the door opened for him. Apparently, Snape hadn't put any wards in place. That was unlike the Snape he knew. The man was so cautious and paranoid it made Moody feel like an amateur. Tisk, tisk,Moody thought. Snape was getting careless.
Snape's covertly trained mind picked up the slight movement within the tree. He became instantly alert and his hand tightened around his wand. He slid silently to the back corner of the tree and came to his knees, with wand pointed in the direction of the intruder. He didn't want to kill anyone else, but he couldn't risk exposing himself. Albus had worked too hard to get Snape this far. Snape would do what he had to in order to preserve his newfound status within the ranks of his Dark Lord.
He fired a stunning hex first, in hopes of catching the intruder off guard, but the large shape in front of him dodged it easily. Another curse flew through the air, but this time it came from Snape's attacker. He rolled to his side and fired off another hex of his own, but neither he or his attacker were making much headway. The curses flew back and forth furiously, bouncing off the inside walls of the tree and shaking its roots. The wooden floor beneath them creaked and groaned in protest. As the next curses flew from the combatants' wands, the floor began to give way and both men found themselves falling, falling into a large dark cavern below.
Snape landed like a cat on all fours, but Moody wasn't so lucky. His great bulk made him plummet like a boulder and he landed with a loud thud. He came down hard, bashing his skull on a rock. Moody groaned once and tried to right himself. Blood gushed from his head and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"Lumos," Snape uttered softly. "Moody, I should have known it would be you."
Severus knew he should make his escape while the man was still unconscious, but the blood gushing from Moody's forehead worried him. Moody's face grew ashen and his breathing became noticeably labored. If Snape left him, there was a good chance that Moody would die, and he certainly didn't want another death on his conscience.
Severus examined the wound more closely. It was bleeding profusely and Moody's forehead began to swell. He'd have a large bump on his head when he came to. Severus raised his wand and closed the wound. He transfigured a rock into a pillow and gently laid Mood's head on it. He showed no sign of regaining consciousness and this worried Severus even more.
Moody had lost quite a bit of blood, so Severus forced a vial of Blood-Replenishing potion down his throat. There, that was about all he could do. Severus needed to go now, while still under the cover of darkness. Severus rose from his knees, sparing one last look back at the prone man before climbing out of the underground cavern and making his way to freedom.
Snape exited the tree and looked around cautiously. He could see lights in the distance and Snape knew the forest was crawling with aurors and ministry officials, but his intended path seemed clear at the present. He moved slowly down the hidden trail, stealthily and silent as death, but his conscious gnawed at his insides. Visions of Moody's pale face flashed before his eyes. The man's shallow breathing caused him great concern. His hand slid over the vials of potions stashed within his robes. Maybe he could do more, and his feet must've agreed, because they seemingly turned of their own accord and headed back toward the tree.
Severus lowered himself back into the cavern and cast a series of complicated warding spells and a Notice-Me-Not charm on the tree. Moody hadn't moved. He was right where Snape left him. He checked his pulse and found it rather weak. Severus reached into his robes and extracted several more potions. He poured a healing potion down his throat, followed by a fever reducer and then a strengthening potion, all washed down by a flask of water. Now, he just had to wait and see if his efforts produced the desired effect. After casting a warming charm, Severus settled back against the wall to just rest his eyes and conserve his strength.
A loud moaning startled Snape out of his light doze and he immediately moved to the injured man's side. Moody was moaning and thrashing in his sleep and Severus knelt over him to assess the situation. He felt his forehead and checked his pulse again. He laid his wand down beside him to reach into his robes for a vial of Dreamless Sleep potion.
Snape never had time to react as Moody's good eye snapped open. The motion was so swift; it caught him completely off guard. By the time he realized what was happening, he found himself flat on his back with Moody sprawled on top of him and his wand lay several feet away. He couldn't Accio it because Moody had his mouth clamped firmly by a hand and his body pinned beneath his heavy bulk. Moody's wand had fallen near him when he fell, and now he had it pointed at Snape's head.
Moody growled low in Severus ear, "Now I've got you, you murdering bastard. Thought you were going to get away with it, did you, aye? Not if I have anything to say about it. You don't know the meaning of the word pain, but you soon will. I promise you that."
When Moody finally moved his hand from his mouth, Severus gasped, "Alastor, please, stop. You don't understand."
Something in Snape's tone made Moody take notice. He looked into Severus eyes, finally realizing that Snape had stayed with him, healed him and kept him warm. Why would he do that? Moody was confused. Snape could have killed him at any time, but he hadn't, and that was the crux of the problem. There had to be more here than what met the eye. A murderous traitor would never pass up the opportunity to do away with his enemy.
"You've got one minute to explain yourself, Snape. Start talking now!"
"Alastor, I was under orders, orders from Albus. He was dying, Moody. Dying and he needed a way for me to become indispensable to Voldemort. This was his plan from the beginning. The potions I plied him with were only prolonging the inevitable. He gave me no choice. He made me swear to uphold his wishes."
"You expect me to believe this cockamamie story, Snape?" Moody snorted with derision.
"It's the truth. I swore--a wizard's oath. I did not want to kill Albus. He was the only person who ever believed in me."
As Moody's mind processed what Snape was saying, a ring of truth echoed through his head. This was exactly like something his old friend would do. He just couldn't be sure, though.
"I can't take this on faith, Snape. After all, you are a Slytherin and a very adept liar."
"I am a spy for the order, and have been for years, but I see your point. I would not believe me either," Snape said as Moody shifted his weight a little, easing some of the pressure on Snape's chest.
"How do you propose we solve this then, Snape? I want proof of your loyalty and I want it now."
Snape nodded, and opened his mind. "Do it, Alastor."
Moody stared into Severus eyes, wand trained on his face, and shouted, "Legilimens."
Images swirled before Moody's eyes, but not just images, also a myriad of emotions. Snape's pain pulsated, white hot in the pit of Moody's stomach. Pleas from the dark wizard unleashed compassion so deep, he felt as if he were drowning in the other man's sorrow.
"No, Albus, please don't make me do this. Please, I can't. I won't do it," Severus cried.
"You must, my boy, for the good of the cause. I charge you with ensuring that Harry will be victorious. You gave me your word, Severus and I expect you to honor it. Alas, it is the only way."
By the time Alastor disentangled himself from Snape's mind, the man was visibly trembling and tears streaked his normally austere face, the mask finally cracking under the pressure. Moody was so stunned he couldn't speak for some minutes. He held Severus in his arms like a little child. He didn't know what else to do, and he cursed Albus for his stupidity.
"Shush, Severus, it's alright. It will be all right. We'll find a way out of this mess. I give you my word," Moody soothed, but Severus was coming around and he stiffened in his arms.
"There is no way out of it, Alastor. This was Albus' plan and I intend to see it through to the end. I must take my place at Voldemort's side. You know as well as I do it's the only thing left to do. I have to remain a traitor in the eyes of the wizarding world if this is going to work. "
Moody sighed. He knew Severus was right, but he couldn't help feeling sympathy for the man's plight. He'd never seen Snape this way before, so vulnerable and so damn alluring. Moody felt himself harden as he held Severus. Apparently, Severus felt it too, because he shifted in his arms and sat up, looking Alastor in the eyes. His expression was one of astonishment with a hint of interest thrown in. His pupils dilated and he moved his hand between Moody's legs, smirking slightly when Moody's breath hitched in his throat.
Severus wasn't surprised to find himself flat on his back once more with Moody sprawled on top of him.
"Is this what you want, Severus? Will it make you feel better--take some of the ache away?"
"It could not make things any worse, but what about you? Will it help?"
"As you say, it couldn't make things any worse." Moody said and then crushed his lips to Severus' mouth. The kiss was heated beyond words, tongues entwined as two hard, clothed cocks frotted against each other, desperately trying to find friction.
Moody grumbled in frustration as he struggled to undo a million and one tiny buttons. Seeing his distress, Severus finally said, "For Merlin's sake and ours, just use your wand."
Moody flushed, but didn't hesitate. Quick as a flash, the two men lay naked and panting. Moody's fake eye roamed over Severus' body, taking in every inch of porcelain skin. "Get that insidious thing away from me, Moody. It gives me the shivers, and not in a good way," Snape complained.
Alastor laughed, then licked and nipped at the sensitive skin behind Severus' ear. He did a slow slide down Severus' body, twisting at nipples, lapping and sucking the soft flesh of his underbelly. He sucked at Severus' heavy sac, and licked up the underside of Severus cock. Moody swirled his tongue around Severus' opening, eliciting a moan from the thinner man. "Moody, please fuck me. I need it. It's been so long."
Moody knew what he meant. It had been years since he'd been with anyone as well.
Severus threw his legs over Alastor's shoulders as he quickly cast a stretching and lubricating charm. He positioned his cock at Severus' entrance and slid home in one stroke. He waited for what seemed like forever to Severus. "Move, damn you, move."
"You're so bloody fucking tight, Severus."
"It's been some time since I've done this," Severus said through clenched teeth.
"Obviously, for me too, but I don't want to hurt you."
"God, Alastor, just fuck me hard."
Moody pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in hard. He set a brutal pace, changing his angle so he jabbed Severus' prostrate with each thrust. Severus moaned and writhed, meeting Alastor thrust for thrust. "God, yes, harder, Alastor, harder," Severus moaned.
"Yes, tight, fucking tight," Moody gasped as he pounded into the dark wizard. Tiny lights flashed before Alastor's eyes as their fucking built in intensity to its inevitable conclusion. Moody looked up to see Severus' head thrown back, mouth open and he wrapped his hand around Severus' cock, twisting upward in a spiral, squeezing long ropes of come from his throbbing prick.
Severus screamed through his orgasm, and Moody felt the tightening in his balls. It was coming. With Severus' ass muscles clamped tightly around his cock, one more thrust was all Moody could manage. He came in a burst so hard, he thought he'd never stop coming. It was brilliant, perfect and excruciating. The tiny lights finally exploded in Moody's head, and he collapsed on top of Severus, blissfully unconscious.
Severus chuckled a bit. He must've been really good to make Moody pass out. Unfortunately, Moody was very heavy. Severus gave one good hard shove and rolled Moody off him. His fake eye seemed to be doing some sort of happy dance all on its own.
Moody opened his good eye slowly and grinned at Severus. "It must've been my head injury. I don't usually pass out like that during sex."
Severus just smirked at him. They lay there side by side, putting off what they knew had to be done. Soon though, Severus Accioed his wand, cleaning and redressing both of them in a hurry.
"We need to resolve our situation quickly. Dawn is rapidly approaching. What do you want to do, Alastor?"
"You would have to bring reality into this, Severus. I was trying to forget about it."
"I know, but I have to go. It's the only way, and it was Albus' last wish, so I ask you again, what do you want to do?"
"All right, I'll cover your escape from this end. As soon as you're out, head for the south edge of the forest. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you don't get caught."
"Don't you think it would be better if I just Obliviate you? It would be a lot safer for you."
"No, Severus. Your secret is safe with me. I'll take it to my grave. I give you my word."
Severus nodded. "As you wish."
Severus and Moody climbed their way back out of the tree and Alastor walked Severus to the path hidden in the trees. He stopped Severus long enough for one last kiss, "Constant vigilance, Severus, constant vigilance."
"Always. Take care of yourself, Moody."
"You can count on it, and when this blasted war is over, I promise we'll meet again."
"I hope so," Severus mumbled as he disappeared into the trees and was gone.
One year later, Severus sat at his desk in the headmaster's office staring out the window at the setting sun. His mind drifted to that one night of happiness. It seemed so long ago. He hoped that one day Alastor's promise to him would be fulfilled, but a desperate feeling in his soul told him that it would not be.
A wave of melancholy stabbed at his heart and Severus thought, 'If not in this life, then maybe in the next.'