bertas (bertas) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-04-26 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ficlet, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, rating: r |
Happy Birthday Severa Snape from BertaS
Title: Paying Debts
Author: BertaS
Date: 4/23/2010
Pairing: Severus and Harry
Rating: R maybe?
Word Count: 1130
Warnings: mild D/s – M/M Slash
Summary: No matter how painful or humiliating, Wizarding debts must be paid.
A/N: Happy Birthday Severa Snape. It isn’t quite what you asked for but I hope you like it. I do not own any of the characters, movies or anything else you may recognize.
Paying Debts
Severus Snape stood straight, feet planted firmly at shoulder width apart, arms folded loosely across his chest and glair fixed on his tormentor as he waited calmly. It had taken several long minutes to achieve that calm, not that he ever allowed any of his fear to show.
As he waited he contemplated how he had come to be in this position. Where had things gone wrong? He snorted to himself, the answer to that was rather obvious. He had had too much to drink and allowed himself to be goaded into taking a bet, one that he definitely should have avoided. Not to mention he should never have agreed to such ridicules terms, even if he had thought he would win. However his first mistake was in not running when he first saw the blasted brat in that damned pub. Sighing softly he forced himself to relax further, taking several slow deep breaths.
He hadn’t needed to use the lessons learned as a spy for several years, not since the end of the war. But he was, none the less, easily able to run through the mental exorcises he and Albus had developed to prepare him for meetings with the Dark Lord. He was now, not only outwardly calm but completely focused and waiting for whatever would happen.
Twenty-four hours of sexual slavery.
It hadn’t sounded that bad when he’d expected to be the master, but now… Now his eyes narrowed as he thought of the indignity of the whole situation.
It wasn’t that he was naked in front of the boy, which he was, or the knowledge that by this time tomorrow he would be thoroughly used and most likely abused. He had dealt with that before and would undoubtedly do so again. It was that he, he who had fooled the Dark Lord and kept everyone else guessing for so long, he was so thoroughly out maneuvered by a bloody Gryffindor half his age.
The waiting was beginning to wear on Severus as it never had with the Dark Lord. He had to force his jaw to relax when his teeth started to ache from being ground together. What was the boy waiting for? Was it just a ploy to get on his nerves? Did the brat actually expect him to fidget like a first year or to show his discomfort in some other visible way?
He told himself that his teeth grinding didn’t count as anyone he had ever taught would be able to see his annoyance as he intensified the glair he directed at Harry Potter.
Harry watched the tall Potions Master closely as he stood straight, feet shoulder with apart and bare toes digging into the thick living room carpet. His arms were folded tightly across his thin bare chest. His sneer was in place and his glair had just ratcheted up a notch from ‘you are an incompetent twit’ to ‘I’d like to make a potion out of your liver’ which made Harry smile.
Harry found it intriguing to watch the way the older man had suppressed his agitation. He had told the man to strip because he wanted to know if Severus really planned to go through with the bargain. He had actually expected him to refuse.
Harry had been a bit more than half drunk when he happened on the supposedly dead man who was in an equally inebriated state. During the course of getting completely plastered they had attempted to play darts. Severus had insisted it was no fun without a wager of some kind. Harry remembered blurting out something stupid without thinking. He was amazed when Severus not only agreed but upped the ante by adding the word ‘sexual’ to the idea of a twenty-four hour slave.
By this point, a week later and completely sober, Harry had to conclude that Severus actually wanted to be here. Otherwise he would have stayed away. Not to mention Harry didn’t think the man had tried very hard to win. One of his darts had actually missed the board entirely.
Harry finally tilted his head to one side and said, “I didn’t think you would show up.”
Severus just looked at the younger man. Did the boy expect him to welch? Didn’t he know what kind of penalty was extracted for failure to pay Wizarding debts?
Smiling Harry asked, “What would you like to have happen this evening and tomorrow?”
It was all Severus could do to get out, “I beg your pardon?” instead of the monosyllabic ‘Huh?’ that wanted to escape his lips.
Harry’s smile grew as he stood and moved toward the taller man. “I asked what you would like to have happen between us during the next twenty-four hours.”
“I heard what you said, Potter.” Severus growled. “I simply fail to understand why you would ask such a question. You do know the meaning of the word ‘slave’ do you not?”
“Yes, Severus. I know the definition. Perhaps…” He brought his hand up and ran the back of his fingers from the point of Severus’ shoulder to his elbow before continuing, “I should rephrase my question.” A shiver made its way down Severus’ spine before he could suppress it.
Harry moved around behind Severus, his fingers trailing across his shoulders as he leaned close and whispered in the tall man’s ear, “What do you want me to do to you?” He moved to the other ear as his hand crept up into Severus’ hair. “Tell me your fantasies.”
Severus’ breathing accelerated as he shook his head and whispered, “No.”
Harry was obviously confused when he looked around Severus’ shoulder at his face. “Um, won’t this work better if I have an idea of what kinds of things you like?”
Severus snarled, “Why? So you can withhold them or ridicule them? I think not Potter.”
Harry sighed, “No. I was hoping to make this good for both of us, but you don’t want to be here. Do you Severus?”
Severus looked away. “What I want is irrelevant. I will not be left owing you again Potter.”
Harry sighed as he nodded. “I understand.” He leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to Severus’. When he pulled back he caressed his cheek and whispered, “I release you from all, past, present and future debts. You owe me nothing.” Harry kissed him softly once more before releasing him completely.
Severus knew that he was no longer required to submit himself to the younger man but was unsure what to do now, especially when Harry turned and walked away.
Just before he disappeared down the hall Harry stopped and turned. “If you want to join me in bed, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you won’t regret it.”