savage_storm (savage_storm) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2007-11-25 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, serenus, tybalt |
New Traditions
Characters: Serenus, Tybalt, Serafino, Etienne
Summary: The Savage Snapes start some new holiday traditions
"No, no, Etienne, you can't eat all the gingerbread men!"
Tybalt leaned down to take the decorated sweet from his son's hands. Etienne scowled fiercely, clutching the gingerbread man and moving it away as Tybalt reached for it, holding it so hard that it began to crack. Etienne sniffled pitifully, and then he stuffed the head into his mouth and bit down, chomping it off and chewing it up. He looked up at Tybalt with wide blue eyes that were trying hard to be guileless and held out the hapless, headless cookie to Tybalt.
Caught between a sigh and a chuckle, Tybalt took the decapitated remains. "I don't know why he only wants to eat the heads," he said, looking over at Serenus with a rueful smile. "That's the third one. I think we'll have to bake more after we put the boys to bed, or else our biscuit army will be down to a pathetic little squadron."
Tybalt didn't mind, though, not really; after all, this was their first Christmas together as a family, in their own home with their children and their own tree to decorate. The morning had been spent baking and embellishing the gingerbread; then after the twins' lunch and nap, they'd taken a tramp into the snowy forest, choosing a tree, then cutting it down and levitating it back to Azoth House. They set it up in the parlor with much good-natured bantering about which particular side looked best, then had made cocoa and popped popcorn before undertaking the task of decorating it. Soft holiday music played on the stereo, and the flickering fire in the hearth added its own warmth to the scene.
Laughing, Serenus reached out with his free hand to ruffle Etienne's hair, amused by Etienne's attempts at being cunning and even more amused at the scowl he got in response. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Severus has been coaching him, but no, I think this is simply innate. We have a budding Slytherin, I think. Severus will be delighted. Cymbeline too, no doubt."
In his other arm, he held Serafino, who was gnawing on his own gingerbread man contentedly, although he was eating the whole thing rather than displaying his twin's morbid fascination with decapitation. "We'll have to put charms on the tree. Severus and Remus did something to make their gingerbread men poke anyone who tried to take them down with little swords. I think they were trying to ward off Winslow, but I imagine something similar would work for chubby little fingers. Perhaps we could charm them to climb to higher branches."
"That sounds like a good plan," Tybalt replied, shifting Etienne up to his shoulder and placing the remnants of the third cookie on the table with the other two. Rather than risk yet more murders, he moved away from the pile of gingerbread and reached for a blue glass ball. "Let's hang this one, how about that?"
Etienne watched the shiny ball for a moment, but then his attention shifted to the lights on the tree, and he grabbed a handful of Tybalt's ponytail in one sticky hand, tugging hard. He made a series of "nananana" sounds, which Tybalt interpreted as meaning "take me over there at once, I want a closer look at that Right Now!"
"Yes, your royal majesty," Tybalt replied, walking over to the tree and hanging the glass ball on a high branch. He turned so that Etienne could watch the lights twinkling, but stayed far enough away that tiny hands couldn't reach them. "Yes, they're pretty - and no, you can't touch them." He rubbed a soothing hand over Etienne's back as the baby began to fuss and wriggle, obviously displeased at being thwarted short of his goal. Etienne opened and closed his hand as he strained toward the tree, then let out a piercing shriek when Tybalt refused to go any closer.
They'd grown used to Etienne's bursts of temper, and Tybalt waited it out patiently, continuing to stroke Etienne's back until his protests died down into a sullen pout. Then Tybalt crossed back over to Serenus, leaning down to kiss his husband's cheek, still pink from the earlier wind and cold. "I think he's being positively reasonable this evening. That took less than two minutes."
Serenus tilted his head to accommodate the kiss, and he smiled affectionately at them both. "He must be tired. That or he's hatching a diabolical plan to make the ornaments all his as soon as we turn our backs. Neither would particularly surprise me." He moved closer to the tree so Serafino could get a good look. "What do you think, hhm? Is it pretty?"
Serafino's eyes widened, and he let out a string of happy babbling that Serenus took as agreement, and he too reached out as if to touch, but he didn't protest when Serenus guided his hand back, only continued to stare raptly at the glittering lights and shiny ornaments.
Glancing over at Tybalt, Serenus smiled, his expression open and affectionate. "Our first Christmas is shaping up to be a good one," he said softly. "It's hard to believe it's only the first, though. Last year was significant because that's when I realized I'd fallen in love with you, but I don't suppose that counts as us being really together since we were still living apart."
Tybalt returned the smile, reaching out with his free hand to stroke a strand Serenus' hair away from his cheek, feeling the weak-kneed, melting sensation he always did when Serenus spoke of loving him. "This is a wonderful Christmas, no matter how we want to count it. Last year was special, and so is this year, and I've no doubt that every one will be better and better." He leaned down for another kiss, this time pressing his lips to Serenus' tenderly, sliding his hand along Serenus' neck under his hair and stroking the nape of his neck gently.
Pulling back, he gave Serenus a playful look. "Once the young princes are asleep, what do you say to starting a very private, very adult Christmas tradition?"
Serenus returned the kiss with equal tenderness, the feel of Tybalt's fingers stroking his neck making a shiver ripple down his spine, and his smile turned sultry. "If this tradition involves nudity and licking, I'm all for it."
"Nudity, licking, leftover frosting, and the naughty applications of a candy cane," Tybalt replied, enjoying the promise in Serenus' smile. On his shoulder, Etienne wriggled, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. "And what do you know... For once, it seems that our future devious little Slytherin is actually cooperating, perhaps because he senses my own evil plans and approves."
He caressed Serenus' neck a final time, then stepped back and crooked his free arm. "If you'll give me the other princeling, I'll take them upstairs and start on the bath and nappy circuit, while you dispose of the evidence of our eldest's murderous tendencies. I hope this isn't the start of a trend or something, even if I suspect your own twin knows where more than a few bodies are buried and no doubt helped put them there." He winked to show he was kidding. Mostly.
Serenus chuckled and shook his head as he pressed a kiss to Serafino's forehead and handed him over to Tybalt. "I'm afraid it's in the blood. We'll just have to be wary of giving him any books on the French Revolution." He slanted a coy look up at Tybalt. "Meet you upstairs shortly, then?"
"No guillotines, check," Tybalt said solemnly, although the corner of his mouth twitched as he took Serafino. He returned Serenus' look with a heated one of his own. "Oh, yes, I'll meet you as quickly as I can. I'm quite eager to commence on our tradition making, so bring anything you consider appropriate."
He kissed Serenus again, quick and hard, then turned away and headed toward the stairs, swaying his hips suggestively as he headed up to the bath.
Serenus made short work of clearing away the decimated gingerbread men and the pine needles on the floor, and he tidied up the parlor before heading into the kitchen. There were a few pots and pans to be cleaned in there, but it didn't take long thanks to his skill with cleaning charms - if nothing else, being the stay-at-home parent had let him hone his domestic spells - and he set about gathering up items for their "new tradition".
Once he was satisfied that downstairs was neat and tidy, he headed up to the bedroom to trade his jeans and jumper for a pair of boxers printed with candy canes and "lick it" across the waistband. On the bedside table, he placed a bowl of frosting, a spool of red ribbon, and a bottle of cinnamon scented massage oil; they hadn't had much private time of late, so he wasn't certain they would actually get around to using the accouterments, but they could always make more frosting, and the rest would keep.
He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his side, propping himself up on one elbow while he waited for Tybalt to join him, already feeling anticipatory flutterings in his stomach as he thought about finally having some time when they weren't both tired, busy, or distracted.
The twins were surprisingly cooperative about baths and bed, no doubt thanks to the busy day and the long walk in the fresh, cold air. Tybalt was able to get them ready and popped into bed in record time, settling each of them with a loving kiss as he tucked them into their double crib. As he left the nursery he listened carefully, hearing Serenus still puttering around downstairs, and so he ducked into their own bath for a quick shower, deciding that gooey cookie in his hair wasn't very conducive to romance.
He emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his hips, his skin flushed from the heat and his damp hair tousled around his face. Serenus was already there, lying on the bed in a provocative pose, and Tybalt gave a wicked smile at the sight of Serenus in the cute boxers and nothing else. "Well, this is promising," he murmured, crossing toward the bed with a predatory gait. "So, do you prefer to be the gift or the giftee? Either way, I fully intend to see what's in your package."
Serenus sat up and watched Tybalt approach, licking his lips, and a heated gleam appeared in his dark eyes. "I'm rather interested in yours, too," he said, holding out his arms. "Come here - I've got the perfect present for naughty boys."
Tybalt moved forward eagerly, walking up to Serenus and stopping in front of him, striking a pose with one hand on a hip, watching with rising hunger as Serenus licked his lips and anticipating the delights Serenus had in mind. "I'm a very naughty boy, and I'm willing to be even naughtier," he murmured. "Just tell me what you want me to do."
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Serenus clasped Tybalt's hands and tugged him closer until he was standing between Serenus' knees, and then Serenus slid his hands up along Tybalt's arms until he could wind his arms around Tybalt's shoulders. "Let's start with a kiss and see where it takes us. I brought some toys, but you're what I want to play with most."
With that, he slid his fingers into Tybalt's hair and tugged him down, drawing him into a kiss, parting his lips and coaxing Tybalt's lips apart with his tongue so he could seek a deeper taste.
Tybalt shivered with delight as Serenus' hands slid along his skin, and he went eagerly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Serenus' waist and splaying his hands on Serenus' back to touch the maximum amount of his husband's warm, silken skin. He parted his lips with a soft moan of delight, welcoming the warm slide of Serenus' tongue and twining it with his own, loving Serenus' sweet taste and warm, firm lips.
Anchoring Tybalt's head in place between his two hands, Serenus explored Tybalt's mouth at his leisure, taking control with casual possessiveness; Tybalt was his, and he knew both of them were in agreement on that fact. He continued the kiss, slow and deep, and he urged Tybalt closer, pressing against him; he wanted the feel of Tybalt's solid body against his and the warm slide of skin against skin.
Serenus' body was warm and welcoming as Serenus pressed against him, and Tybalt stroked Serenus' back, long, slow caresses of palms and fingers that explored every beloved bump and plane. Kiss flowed into kiss, and it was pure pleasure having the leisure and energy to savor the experience, taking time to enjoy the anticipation as it mounted in a slow, heated climb. He belonged to Serenus, and Tybalt was eager to give Serenus everything, to revel in the pleasure of their lovemaking.
Without relinquishing Tybalt's mouth, Serenus let his hands begin to roam, caressing Tybalt's shoulders and chest tenderly; he took his time to explore as if touching Tybalt for the first time, savoring the feel of warm, damp skin beneath his palms. Only after he had touched his fill did he trail his fingertips to Tybalt's nipples, teasing and flicking them to pebbled nubs as he plundered Tybalt's mouth with rising hunger and need.
Serenus' fingers trailed a path of heat and need across Tybalt's skin, igniting him until he felt as though every inch of his body were on fire. Then Serenus moved to touch his sensitive nipples, and Tybalt gasped into the kiss, trembling as his arousal flared higher and hotter, knees shaking weakly as molten desire threatened to overwhelm him.
There wasn't enough contact between their bodies, and he pulled back from the kiss briefly, licking his lips. "Shall we get a bit more comfortable?" he asked huskily. "Because if you keep touching me like this, I'm not going to be able to keep standing up. I'll either fall down or pass out from the pleasure."
Serenus chuckled, a low and wicked sound, and he released Tybalt reluctantly. "You'll be of no use to me if you're unconscious," he said as he scooted back to make room for Tybalt on the bed. "Come here, caro, and let's see just how comfortable we can make you."
Tybalt followed eagerly, crawling up into the big bed and sinking down on his side with his head propped up on one hand, and favored Serenus with a wicked smile. "I seem to have lost my towel along the way," he drawled, sliding a hand down to his own bare hip. He moved that hand over to brush Serenus' chest, savoring his firm, silken skin. "I'm all yours, my love. Would you like a massage from your big Auror, or would you prefer to tie me up with that ribbon and have your wicked way with me? Or perhaps something else?" He toyed with Serenus' waistband. "These are awfully suggestive, you know. In the best possible way." He licked his lips again, his blue eyes molten with desire.
"I thought you might like them." Serenus shifted closer as he let his gaze wander up and down the length of Tybalt's body, the sight making his own need that much greater. "As for what I want..." He sat up and shed his boxers, and then he pushed Tybalt onto his back, straddling his hips; stretching out his hand, he summoned his wand, and he flicked it at the ribbon on the bedside table, making a long coil of red ribbon dance toward them. "I've been a good boy, and I want a present."
He sent the ribbon snaking around Tybalt's wrists, twining round and round until they were bound, and then he flicked his wand again, and Tybalt's arms were pulled over his head, the ribbon held taut so he couldn't lower them again.
"Oh, yes, that's much better," he said, his lips curving in a wicked smirk. "Now I can enjoy my present at my leisure."
A low moan was torn from Tybalt's throat as Serenus bound him, the feeling of the ribbon holding him fast almost unbearably erotic. He wriggled under Serenus, craving more contact, wanting all the delights that were promised in Serenus' eyes.
"You've been a very, very good boy," he panted, arching up against the bonds and putting himself on display, wanting to please Serenus and drive him mad with need, just as he was being driven. "And I've been very bad. I'm at your mercy, totally and completely. Have your way with me."
"I intend to," Serenus replied as he rocked against Tybalt suggestively. Splaying his hands on Tybalt's chest, he stroked Tybalt's warm skin, and then he leaned over, letting his lips replace his hands, trailing kisses and nips along the places he had just touched, darting his tongue out to taste; he went slowly, wanting to prolong the torture for Tybalt, but also wanting to savor the experience himself, enjoying the opportunity to take his time while he had it.
"Good..." The word ended in a low hiss of pleasure as Serenus' mouth blazed a trail of tortuous pleasure over Tybalt's skin. It felt incredible, everywhere that Serenus touched seemed to flare to life, stimulated to an almost unbearable degree. Tybalt felt as though he were being slowly killed with pleasure, and he loved it, loved the way that Serenus was tormenting him until he felt like he might lose control from the lightest touch.
His eyes were fixed on Serenus, watching as Serenus moved along his skin. He could see the concentration and the enjoyment on Serenus' face, and he tugged against the taut ribbon, desperately wishing to touch Serenus in return. But he was held fast, and the knowledge that he really was at Serenus' mercy was intoxicating. "Oh, yes... yes... Anything you want is yours. I love what you do to me, how you make me feel. Oh, Serenus..."
Serenus smiled against Tybalt's skin, relishing the knowledge that for once, Tybalt couldn't use his strength to his advantage; Serenus was in control because Tybalt had willingly given control to him, and that was a heady feeling. He liked knowing Tybalt was at his mercy, knowing he could prolong the torture or offer relief as he chose; he liked seeing Tybalt's surrender, seeing the proof that Tybalt was enjoying this game as much as he was.
"What I want is you," he murmured, pressing a kiss beneath Tybalt's navel and stroking Tybalt's sides gently. He lifted his head, a heated gleam in his eyes, and he gave Tybalt a sultry smile. "The question is how long I want to play before I take you and make you scream."
Tybalt's eyes rolled back in his head at the way Serenus was tormenting him. Serenus was the only person he'd ever been able to give up control to, and he loved doing it, knowing that he was safe and cherished.
He couldn't help bucking upward, however, unable to stay still beneath the sensual onslaught. "Play with me, I'll happily be your toy," he murmured. "I want to scream for you. I want you to know how you make me feel, how I ache for you, burn for you... only for you, love. Only you."
"My big, beautiful Auror." Serenus nuzzled Tybalt's stomach. "There's no one I'd rather play with more than you."
Sitting up again, he scooted back on the bed and began massaging Tybalt's left foot, his fingers kneading deftly, and he worked his way up Tybalt's calf slowly, bending over to press little kisses along his path; as tempted as he was to pounce on Tybalt and bring them both to completion quickly, he wanted to spend some time showing Tybalt how much he loved and desired every inch of Tybalt from head to toe.
Serenus' attentions continued to torment and arouse him, and Tybalt gave a something breathless chuckle even as he trembled with desire. "I feel like one of the gingerbread men; I'm thankful you prefer Serafino's technique of a slow, thorough devouring to Etienne's tactics. I rather enjoy my head where it is."
Serenus, who had worked his way up to Tybalt's thigh, chuckled wickedly. "So do I," he said. "Believe me, I have no desire to bite. Licking, however..." And then he matched word to deed and teased Tybalt with a few naughty licks before moving back down to treat Tybalt's other leg to a slow, thorough massage as well.
"You are a wicked tease," Tybalt moaned, arching up as Serenus' warm, wet tongue drove him mad, his toes curling hard as he held himself back from the need to buck and writhe. "Evil man, driving me insane, making me melt with need. Just remember how good my memory is... I fully intend to repay you for this someday. With interest!"
"No doubt. But for now, you're in my hands and at my mercy," Serenus purred, caressing Tybalt's thighs. "And I am a Snape. We aren't known for possessing mercy in abundance."
Hoisting himself back up, he reached for his wand and trailed it along Tybalt's hipbone as he settled between Tybalt's legs. "What do you want most, hhm? If you convince me you need it badly enough, I might give it to you."
"You're gorgeous when you're evil," Tybalt said, wriggling in reaction to the slide of Serenus' wand. He licked his lips, thinking about all the things he wanted Serenus to do to him. It was like being in Honeyduke's when he was starving, faced with all the possible delights and having to select which one would satisfy him.
He wrapped his legs around Serenus' hips, giving a groan at the inadequate friction. "Anything. Anything and everything. I want you so much I can't even think!" Tybalt's skin flushed, and he could feel himself spiraling out of control from the exquisite torment. "Take me, please, Serenus... I want you to show me how much I am yours."
"Oh, yes..." Serenus laughed, a low and breathless sound, and he tapped Tybalt's hip and murmured the preparatory spells; tossing his wand aside, he positioned himself, gazing down at Tybalt with naked emotion in his eyes, and he surged forward, claiming Tybalt with one smooth, deep thrust. Bracing himself on his hands, he held still, panting, and gave another little push of his hips to send himself deeper. "Mine," he said fiercely. "You're all mine."
"Yes, all yours, forever and ever," Tybalt moaned, head thrown back as he arched in pleasure at the way Serenus took him with slow deliberation. He looked into Serenus' eyes, seeing the love and desire in them and he smiled tenderly, almost overcome with love for his husband, the man who owned his heart and soul as well as his body. "Perfect, so perfect, Serenus. You complete me as no one else ever could."
Tybalt lowered his legs, bracing his feet on the mattress so that he could press against Serenus, relishing the hard heat filling him. "Take your pleasure in me, my darling. I want you so much, I feel weak with it."
The sight of Tybalt beneath him, bound and yielding, was too much for Serenus' already tenuous control, and he accepted Tybalt's invitation eagerly, thrusting slow and deep at first but gradually quickening the tempo; he curled his fingers around Tybalt and began to stroke him, matching the rhythm of their bodies as they moved together, and he watched Tybalt's face avidly, wanting to see Tybalt let go.
The way Serenus moved, claiming him deeply and completely made Tybalt give an incoherent mutter of pleasure. He rocked up eagerly to meet every thrust, need coiling tightly within him, the slide of Serenus' hand in counterpoint threatening to make him lose control completely. He held on for as long as he could, eyes riveted on Serenus, feeling as though he were drowning in the molten sea of Serenus' dark gaze. He held nothing back, letting Serenus see every bit of his pleasure and need, tugging at the ribbons which bound him and using the leverage to bring himself even closer to Serenus' body.
A litany of fevered pleasure coursed from his lips, praise for Serenus, words of love and adoration as every movement of their bodies brought him closer to the shining edge of release. Then he cried out Serenus' name as he toppled over it into pure bliss, his body arcing as he shattered completely.
"Beautiful," Serenus murmured before he let passion sweep him away as well, letting go of his control as he claimed Tybalt with rough, demanding thrusts, losing himself in the pleasure of Tybalt's tight, welcoming body. He was caught up in a haze of heat and need, and it didn't take long before he echoed Tybalt's cry and shattered, overwhelmed by ecstasy.
Groping for his wand, he flicked it at Tybalt's bonds, and they slithered away, falling limply to the floor, and Serenus slumped atop Tybalt, utterly spent, his breathing labored. With a contented hum, he wound his arms around Tybalt and nestled close, satisfied and fulfilled in every way possible.
Tybalt had watched Serenus' release with avid eyes, thrilled to know that he was the one who could give Serenus so much pleasure, that he was the object of Serenus' incredible passion. Once his hands were free he moved them to Serenus' back, stroking the damp flesh and murmuring endearments in Serenus' ear as he held his true love close, sated and yet also exhilarated, replete in every possible way and reveling in the connection between them.
"You're perfect," he whispered in Serenus' ear, pressing his lips to Serenus' temple. He closed his eyes, savoring the musky smell of Serenus' skin, damp with passion. Humming in contentment, he continued to caress Serenus' back, in no hurry to move. At the moment, he wasn't even certain that he was capable of it.
"We are perfect together," Serenus murmured, closing his eyes and smiling contentedly. He tightened his arms around Tybalt and rolled until they were lying facing each other, and he nestled close, tucking himself beneath Tybalt's chin. "Caro," he whispered against Tybalt's skin. "I love you."
"Ti amo," Tybalt replied, twining their legs together into a warm tangle, so close that he had a hard time telling where he ended and Serenus began. He gave a deep sigh of total peace. "I think that was an excellent start to new Christmas traditions. Now that you've thoroughly examined my package, maybe next I should stuff your stocking?"
Laughing, Serenus snuggled close and gave Tybalt a little squeeze. "Sounds like another wonderful tradition," he said. "Much better than Christmas crackers or figgy pudding."
Tybalt returned the squeeze. "Just wait until until you see exactly how I plan to roast your goose, Mr. Snape," he murmured in a suggestive tone. "Or trim your tree... You know that will involve hanging your balls and jingling your bells."
"It sounds like you have no intention of letting me rest, but I shall be quite a merry gentleman," Serenus replied, his dark eyes sparkling with mirth. "But for now..." He smoothed his hand along the length of Tybalt's back in a gentle caress. "We have a silent night for once, and we should probably enjoy it while we can."
"Indeed, we should," Tybalt replied. He pressed his lips to Serenus' temple again, letting himself relax completely, the warmth and closeness of Serenus a balm like no other. "Nestled all snug in our bed." His voice trailed off. "Love you..."
"Nowhere I'd rather be," Serenus murmured, his own voice sounding drowsy. He closed his eyes and released a soft sigh, relaxing in Tybalt's embrace, safe and warm and utterly certain this would be the best holiday season of his life to date.