red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in snape_obsessed, @ 2007-12-27 01:44:00 |
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Title: The Siren-song of the Grave (The Will to Live)
Author: red_day_dawning
Character/s: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin.
Pairing/s: SS/RL, HP/DM (future).
Word count: 426
Warnings: swearing; oral sex.
Rating: R (?)
Author’s Notes: inspired by the drabble “The Will to Live” written by sweetmelodykiss posted in InsaneJournal.
“Pull yourself together, Potter”, he snarled, pulling his arm away from the boy’s hand. He added, striving for a gentle tone, “It’s natural that you feel some… melancholy. Since you first came to Hogwarts, you’ve become increasingly aware that you had a role to play in defeating the Dark Lord. Now that you are, once again, the savior of the Wizarding World, your task accomplished, it’s natural that you feel somewhat… low-spirited.”
“Professor, it’s more than that. I was dead, and I kinda feel as though I should still be dead”.
“I’m not your Professor any longer. Thank the graces”, snapped Snape. Then again striving for a gentler tone, he said, “It’s the call of the grave. Remus and I have felt it also”, he sighed. “The siren-song lessens with time… you have to find your will to live.” Looking sternly at the boy, he firmly stated, “Live it up a little. Go mad, have lots of sex – find a way to re-affirm your life-force.”
As the boy leant closer to him, licking his lips and attempting to look beguiling, enticing, he snarled, “Don’t look at me, Potter. I’ve helped you enough. I have no desire to bed you. Find some-one with even a remote interest in you!”
As the boy stormed out of the room, he heard a drawling “Severus, you are SUCH a bastard.”
“Go after him yourself, Draco. It’s clear your stomach doesn’t turn at the thought of bedding the brat”, and smirked as the silver-haired youth raced out of the door without hesitation.
“Severus, you are SUCH a bastard”, he heard a voice huskily saying.
Turning towards the latest interruption, he said “Really, Remus, I’m not surprised that Draco felt compelled to eavesdrop on a private conversation. But I thought you Gryffindors wouldn’t stoop to such things.”
“Where-ever did you get such strange ideas, Severus”, the wolf asked, that rough and husky voice sending tingles up Severus’ spine. “And is that why you seem so keen to seduce me every hour of the day? Trying to re-affirm my will to live?”
“One reason”, Severus replied, standing up to grasp Remus. “But only one reason”, he said, pressing his lips against the werewolf’s mouth. “There are other reasons” he smirked, feeling his lips move against the other’s mouth, rejoicing in the quickening breath and the hardening firmness pressed against him. And sighing in satisfaction as the werewolf simultaneously slammed and locked the door wordlessly, and knelt down to undo his fly.
“Many reasons”, he gasped, as the hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock.