phoenixfest (phoenixfest) wrote in phoenix_flies, @ 2007-10-15 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | cw/ss, fic: nc-17, fic: snapesgirl_62, prompt 17 |
Fest Fic: Snape Charmer
Title: Snape Charmer
Author: snapesgirl
Beta: florida_minxie
Word Count: 2592
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Severus Snape
Prompt #17 by peachka: Charlie decides it's time to open the box hidden in the back of his wardrobe.
Warnings: DH spoilers, angst, rimming, m/m
Author Notes: I wrote this in the spirit of the phoenix_flies theme of rebirth/renewal.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Charlie dragged himself into his cottage. He was exhausted. His co-workers had noticed how he’d been not eating, not sleeping and working double shifts since the summer. They sent him home and told him not to return to the dragon sanctuary for the next two days.
Flopping onto the couch, he wondered what he was going to do to ward off the memories. Everyone was worried about him, but no one really understood. They all thought he was grieving for his brother. The truth was, he’d be doing better if his lover’s body had been recovered.
Charlie rubbed his hands over his face. He was very tired and also had no desire to eat. He staggered from the sitting room back to his bedroom. At least this place is only one story, he mused. He stopped in the door way and stared for the longest time at his wardrobe.
Eventually, Charlie shook his head before crossing the room to the large item of furniture. He opened its door then sat cross legged on the floor in front of it. He thought about what he was about to do.
“Bugger it all, maybe this will give me a decent night’s sleep.”
Charlie reached in then worked open a secret compartment at the back of the wardrobe. He removed a dark leather covered box. After he carefully closed the compartment, he moved over to his bed.
A velvety smooth voice spoke in Charlie’s memories.
Meddling old coot, saw us talking and sent me here to purchase my potions ingredients. Said I would find a better quality product closer to the source.”
Charlie smiled as he recalled the look of disgruntlement on his former instructor’s face. He’d been pleasantly surprised at how agreeable Snape, no, Severus, could be when he was not teaching.
He opened the box then carefully removed a small bundle of letters. Severus had not been much for sentimental gestures. Their correspondence had been mostly news, comments about work, co-workers or students. Nothing that would endanger Charlie or Severus should the letters fall into the wrong hands. He ran a finger over the green and silver ribbon holding the letters in a bundle.
If you are going to be a sentimental girl and retain everything I write to you, you might as well do the entire routine.” Severus’ snarky comment was softened by his eyes just barely crinkling at the corners, which was the closest he ever came to smiling.
Charlie recalled Severus removing something from an inner pocket. He’d kept his face neutral when he was given a school tie in Slytherin colors.
Does this mean we are engaged,” he quipped.
“Don’t be so cheeky. I brought it with a completely different use in mind. Yes, it was worn by yours truly.” Severus kissed him before transfiguring the tie into a ribbon.
Charlie set the packet of letters next to him on the bed. He pulled out a Muggle marriage certificate for Hamish Tobias Snape and Eileen Vestia Prince. Shaking his head, he looked from the certificate to a wedding photo that was next in the box. The picture was a Muggle one. The groom towered over the bride. She was slim, dark and had an aquiline nose along with a slightly sullen expression.
“Too bad you didn’t take a bit more after your father, Severus. Not saying anything bad about your Mum, but her features were definitely a touch harsh.” Charlie’s hands shook when he set the certificate followed by the photo on his bed. The next items were a birth certificate and a small photograph of a dark haired, skinny infant.
Severus Llewellyn Snape, named for a Muggle saint and a less than saintly Quidditch player. I think Mother used the middle name as a way to get back at Father for my first name. I know Father sometimes wished I had been eaten by a chimera.” Severus’ voice came out of the dark. Charlie’s head rested on his chest. They were curled up together in bed after a vigorous bout of mating talking about their families.
A tear fell onto the birth certificate when he recalled that night. It was one of those rare moments when Severus shared something about his past. Usually, Charlie was the one to speak of childhood memories. Charlie treasured each time Severus shared something as a unique jewel.
He lifted his head at a faint sound from the back of the cottage. When the noise didn’t repeat, Charlie decided it was just the wind and went back to looking through the items in the box. There was a key to a vault at Gringotts, a ring with the Slytherin crest on it, a few Muggle photos of Severus from his days at primary school and an envelope containing a lock of hair from his first hair cut. He was just opening up the compartment under the box’s false bottom when someone spoke.
“Trust a Weasley to be a girl after supposedly losing their one true love.” The speaker’s voice was filled with mockery.
Looking up in surprise, Charlie dropped what he was holding. He gasped in disbelief before throwing himself at the speaker.
“They told me you were dead. There was no body…and I looked for you, but I couldn’t…” Charlie’s voice broke then trailed off helplessly when slim arms hugged him back.
“Shh, neither one of us needs such a fuss. What have you been doing that you are so thin? I thought you were the sensible Weasley.” The voice was not the same. It held elements of its former beauty. However, the scars on Severus’ throat were enough to explain the occasional croak.
Charlie pulled back slightly and swatted at Severus. He wanted to hit the man, yet he feared harming his fragile looking lover.
“You even hit like a girl.”
“Keep up with those comments and you will find yourself warming the couch instead of my bed.” Charlie softened the rebuke with several kisses. “I missed you. Now, tell me what happened.” He led Severus to the only comfortable place in the room to sit.
Severus placed the mementos in the box and closed its lid while he gathered his thoughts. He’d rehearsed their reunion many times in the days he healed then made his way across Europe disguised as a vagabond. Now that he was finally with Charlie, he could not decide which version to share.
“Severus, I am waiting.” Charlie lightly traced his jaw with a finger.
“I was bitten by Nagini at the Dark Lord’s order. Potter was there under his damnable cloak. After the Dark Lord left, Potter revealed himself and I gave him a few memories that were pertinent to his situation. He fled with them. The Granger chit poured dittany on my injuries. Somehow, she knew I was not dead from the snake’s venom.” Severus fell silent, staring at the floor.
“But how did you escape the venom? Harry told everyone that you were a hero. You were exonerated for what you did as a Death Eater. It was in the Daily Prophet.” Charlie took one of Severus’ hands in his. “When the shack was searched, you were gone. Where did you go, and why did you leave?”
“At first, I went to Hogsmeade. Later, I made my way to Dover. I stopped here and there along the way to heal.” Severus ducked his head. “I did not want to be put in prison. I do regret the pain my disappearance caused you.”
After four years of being Severus’ lover, Charlie was accustomed to evasions. He knew Severus had to be secretive in order to survive as a spy. He also knew that it did not mean that he was not trusted. Severus kept secrets as a way of protecting Charlie. They’d discussed this once early in their relationship. Charlie accepted that Severus considered Charlie’s career to be dangerous enough without any additional burdens.
Charlie released Severus’ hand when the other man stood up. He watched his lover place the leather box on a night stand.
“I still love you, Severus.” Charlie thought the words needed saying. Perhaps they needed saying multiple times a day. He wondered if Severus would allow him to say them as frequently as he wished.
“Do you really?” Severus turned to look at Charlie. Tipping his head to one side, he examined the younger man. He gestured at his greying hair. “I am older than you, and my recovery has aged me physically.”
“Grey hair, balding, thin, fat, wrinkles or smooth flesh, I love you. Severus, I know you find it difficult to believe, but I care about you. All of you.” Charlie stood up then hugged him. “I’ve been sick with grief because I thought I would never hear your voice, share a meal with you, enjoy your commentary while listening to the wireless, or have you to warm my feet after a long shift at the reserve on a frosty night.”
Severus snorted. “Who else would put up with you waking them by placing those monstrous feet against them?”
“I knew you were perfect for me the first time I did that and you did not say a single word. You moved closer, rolled over and wrapped around me to warm me up.”
“My teeth were chattering so fiercely I could not speak.” Severus began to unfasten Charlie’s clothing.
“What are you doing?”
“You have to ask? Surely you are not that naïve.” Severus kissed down his neck and along his collar bones, pausing once to mark him. “I warn you, I am not a pretty sight.”
“You never were.” Charlie tugged at Severus’ robes. “You have always been nothing but skin and bones.”
“You have such a way with words.” Severus shoved Charlie’s shirt off then pushed down his trousers and pants. He knelt down, helping Charlie to remove boots, socks, then the other items of clothing. Severus’ fingers teased and caressed while he placed kisses along thighs, abdomen, hips and feet.
“Ah, fock!”
“Charmer.”
“Do not stop, that is absolutely brilliant,” Charlie groaned at his crotch being nuzzled. He tangled his fingers in Severus’ lank hair.
Severus lightly ran his tongue up the veined underside of Charlie’s growing erection. He licked just the tip of the thick shaft before slowly standing up. He shrugged off his robes. Charlie happily helped him to undress. Charlie kissed every new scar and each of the old ones, telling Severus how much he was treasured without saying a word.
Somehow, both men were eventually nude and tangled together on the bed. Charlie licked and kissed Severus all over, nudging him to roll onto his stomach. He bit one slim buttock. He murmured a cleaning charm after spreading Severus’ cheeks.
“You look so lovely spread open like this.” Charlie licked up the crease then around Severus’ pucker. “Nice white arse ready for me to mount and ride.”
Severus lifted his head then looked over his shoulder. “Are you going to wax poetic or are you going to shag me into this bed?”
“Always the soul of romance.” Charlie stabbed his tongue into Severus and began to feast upon him. He savored his lover’s unique flavor and musky scent. He felt Severus buck and writhe under him while he sucked and slurped. He eased in a finger, teasing at the opening, gradually stretching him.
Severus softly mewled when he felt Charlie’s tongue leave him and a second finger join the first one. He almost melted into the bed while the fingers rubbed at one particular place. He was fast becoming a bundle of aching need.
“Charles, need I remind you that I have been celibate the entire time we have been separated?”
Charlie almost laughed at the formality coming from the nude person who was wantonly sprawled on his bed. He shifted his weight, rubbing his erection against Severus’ leg, causing the older man to purr.
“Want me in you?”
“Foolish question.”
“I cannot wait any longer, tell me if it hurts.” Charlie whispered a spell that lubricated Severus’ tight passage then slowly began to ease in.
Severus bucked his hips, taking in more of Charlie while demonstrating just how impatient he was feeling.
“Severus, I do not want to hurt you.”
“If I can take McNair, I can handle you.”
“This is not the time to tell me about former lovers.”
“Charlie, McNair was not a lover, he was a punishment. Shag me, NOW.”
Further discussion ceased as Charlie snapped his hips forward. He slowly eased partially out then buried his cock in Severus’ heat. He shifted, easing out then in, gradually increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.
Severus bucked under him, rocking as much as he could while lying relatively flat on the bed. He felt his bollocks drawing up close and knew that he was not going to last much longer with the current level of friction. He yipped when one of Charlie’s thrusts brushed just the right place.
“There!”
Charlie pounded harder, moving rapidly and trying to stay at the same angle each time he thrust in. He was beginning to drip with perspiration from the exertion.
“Close.”
Severus shuddered at Charlie’s gasped comment. He writhed then shouted as he came. His body convulsed around his lover, bringing Charlie’s release before Severus’ body stopped quivering.
Charlie half collapsed on top of Severus. He slowly eased off and ran a hand over the slightly older wizard’s wiry body. He dipped his head down to lightly kiss a hip.
Severus caught his breath then let it out explosively when he felt Charlie’s tongue lapping at him. He whimpered while the younger man was cleaning his body. He slowly rolled onto his side once that delightful mouth was done lapping, licking and sucking. He watched through half open eyes while Charlie cleaned Severus’ stomach and thighs.
Charlie looked up at him and smiled. “You taste all salty and sweet.”
Severus ran his fingers through Charlie’s damp hair before urging him up. They kissed. Severus dipped his tongue into Charlie’s mouth, enjoying the mingled tastes. He purred in contentment.
“I meant every word I said earlier, Severus. I do love you.”
“I do not wish to return to England.”
“We can remain here or travel, as you wish.”
“I never want to teach again.”
“I thought you would feel this way.” Charlie shifted so that they were snuggled together. “I will not try to force you into teaching.” He traced Severus’ jaw.
“I want to brew a few potions, maybe perfect some recipes or do a bit of research.” Severus kissed Charlie’s finger.
“All of that is perfectly acceptable with me.”
“Look in the false compartment of the box.” Severus gently pushed Charlie towards the night stand.
Quirking an eyebrow, Charlie sat up then lifted the box. He placed the contents on the bed between them. He looked at Severus.
Severus nodded his head at the silent question. He smirked when Charlie’s face lit up.
“What kind of rings are they?” Charlie lifted two small silver circles from the box.
“Posey rings, they are Prince family heirlooms. We can either wear them openly on a finger or on a chain around our necks. Your choice.”
“I want them to be seen by everyone. I want the whole world to know that I belong to you.”
“Insufferable Gryffindor romantic.” Severus’ eyes crinkled at the corners. He was happy to be able to start a new life with Charlie as his spouse.
“I love you too, Severus.” Charlie kissed him once more and was thankful that he’d finally looked through the box he’d been keeping safe all these years.