Summary: Damon and Grant meet Severus Snape for the first time and all kinds of sparks fly.
Warnings: BDSM, Violence, Language, Rough sex, sexual situations.
AN: This is set in 1993, which would be Harry Potter’s second year in the summer time. This is an extremely long fic and will have to be posted in a couple of entries. I will connect them all together, but here is the first bit.
Free Bird Part 2
Grant sighed as he looked down at the broken man. He went to the wall and picked up a bucket and some clean rags and turned the hose on to fill it. He squatted down in front of Severus and pushed him to where he was leaned back and pushed his shirt up and began to wash him as he talked, pushing his hands away as the other man tried to stop him.
"Be still. Damon never touched you with the whip Severus, I got between you two. You looked like you were absolutely terrified." he said as he sponged at the man's trousers with the cold water and then undid the buttons. "Next thing, you were muttering something about your father and I had you sit here so you could talk if you needed to. Damon's gone for now." he continued as he wiped the wet rag over the soiled flesh without looking, much as one would with a small child that needed tending to. "And then you came back to your seemingly surly self." Grant said as he finished washing the man, rebuttoned his trousers and stood up to dump the water outside the barn before drawing fresh to wash himself off.
Severus stared at Grant. "Whip?" He watched the man clean him, stunned that someone would take the liberties without even asking. "Why did you do that?"
"Do what? Clean you up? Someone needed to, you didn't seem to be too steady just yet." Grant said as he shrugged out of the remains of his shirt and washed the cold water over his stomach where he'd been soiled. "Yes, that bullwhip there." he answered as he nodded to the whip laying on the work table before he picked it up and carefully recoiled it before hanging it back on the wall.
"Let me help you with your back." Severus pulled a phial from his pocket and looked it over. "This may sting but it is another balm I have been working on." He stared at the bullwhip for a moment. Then tipped out some of the potion in his hand and warmed it and then reached for Grant. "I am going to touch you now." His long fingers rubbed the salve on Grant's back as the barn door opened.
Damon stared at them for a moment. "Get the fuck away from my husband." He snarled and stepped forward.
Severus stopped but did not pull his fingers away. "I was only offering aid." He looked at the older man in the doorway and then looked back at the smaller man in front of him.
Grant stayed in place but dropped to his knees and kept his head down. He had no idea how mad Damon was or how bad this was going to be. He knew he had defied his husband's authority in the worst way. The wisest move would be to stay quiet and wait.
Damon stepped forward and pulled Grant to his feet. "Are you alright, baby? I am so sorry. I never meant to hit you." He wrapped his arms around the other man low across his hips avoiding the mark on his back. Damon kissed Grant's head and murmured again. "I am so sorry Grant, you know I never would do that to you intentionally."
"I know Sir, I know, it was an accident. I was worried about him and I didn't listen to you. I'm sorry." he whispered as he laid his head on his husband's chest over his heart and closed his eyes. His back felt like it was on fire, but he'd live and he knew Damon had never meant to hurt him.
Severus stood there shuffling his feet awkwardly, not certain what he should say or if he should just stay quiet and leave unnoticed.
Ignoring Snape, Damon let go of Grant. "Turn around and let me look at you." He spun the other man around. He saw the gash on Grant's back fold in on it's self and mend close without leaving a scar. He gasped and looked to Snape. "Thank you."
"You are welcome, it was the very least I could do since I was the cause of the damage. If you would be so kind as to allow me to bother you one last time and point me in the right direction of the town, I shall be away and you will not be bothered with me again." he said and then turned to the bike. "The motorbike is yours. Once again, I am truly sorry for intruding on your lives." he stood and waited for one of them to point which direction he should walk in.
Damon nodded and stared at Grant. "Well Injun? Your decision."
Grant looked up at his husband and then back at the tall, gaunt man standing uncomfortably a few feet from them. "I think he needs a place to belong Damon." he said quietly. "As long as he doesn't disrespect you again, I've no problem if he stays. Dinner is in a few hours, while you are in town, please pick me up some steaks to put on the grill." and without a backwards glance, Grant walked out of the barn and back to the house.
Severus stood there with an absolute gobsmacked look on his face. How could these people allow him to stay after what he'd done? Were they simple?
Damon turned to Snape. "You have been given a reprieve. Consider it a good thing that he stopped me, boy because in that state I would have killed you." Damon moved and sat on the work bench. "I normally don't give into my temper for that reason alone but Grant is a different story." He levelled his gaze at Snape. "I would kill to protect him."
"Duly noted and perhaps he shouldn't have stopped you." Snape said chagrined.
Damon raised his eyebrows at Snape. "Really? Well, one would usually like to have their life spared from a crazed former Marine. Surely it's not that bad in Scotland." Damon looked to the ground. "I apologize for scaring you." He whispered softly. "As I said, Grant is my only and I will do anything to protect him."
"I apologize for provoking you, it was uncalled for and childish of me. I just didn't want you asking about what's under my attire. I do understand that your husband is very important to you and someday I would hope to be so lucky as to have that in my life." He said quietly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for the older man to be ready to go. The screen door to the kitchen banged open against the wall of the house and the men heard Grant's voice in the summer afternoon.
"Since you haven't left yet, would you mind going into the garden and picking a few squash for me when you FINALLY get up Damon?"
Damon cringed as Grant yelled at them from the house. "Yes, Grant!" He turned to Snape. "Guess we had better go on into town, then. He can be a tad bit... fussy if he doesn't get his way." He raised his eyebrow. "Are you certain you want one?" He grinned and held out his hand to Snape. "Probably won't be the last time we butt heads, Snape, especially if you stick around."
Severus took the offered hand and gave him a real smile as they left the barn and headed towards the small car parked in the driveway. Severus stopped for a moment and looked back at the house. "Shouldn't we pick the squash as he asked before we leave?" He could see the Lakhota standing in a window watching them.
Damon sighed. He turned back to the house. "Yellow or Zucchini, Pet? You got the newbie trained to meet your demands as well." Damon looked over at Snape. "I suppose we could indulge him." He yelled back to Grant again. "What kind of steak would you like as well?"
Grant smiled sweetly. "Both type are fine with me dear. I'll have a rib eye and so will our guest, you my love, will have what Randy knows you can have. I've already called down to the market and they know you are coming." He blew his husband a kiss as he turned to go do something else in the house, snickering to himself. His husband would stay on the diet Max set for him.
Severus looked at his companion and wisely said not a word as they picked up the basket sitting on the back porch and went into the garden.
Damon scowled and led Snape into the garden. He bent and pulled a pocket knife from his jeans. "Fucking diet. Gonna kill Max." He sliced off several yellows and a few zucchinis from the vines and tossed them in the basket Snape held. "So where would you like to begin with the bike." He looked up at the younger man. "I would suggest a complete tear down and rebuild just so that you are familiar with it."
"Then that sounds good to me as well Mr. Wolffe. I will follow whatever direction you think I need to in this endeavour." He was doing his best not to laugh at the older man's complaints of his diet and held the basket dutifully and dodged the one misflung courgette as it flew past the basket and into the runner beans.
Damon stood. "That should be enough." He retrieved the misaimed vegetable and tossed it in to the basket. "Call me Damon. Mr. Wolffe was my father." He opened the screen door. "Come get your damn vegetables, Grant."
Grant appeared in the doorway in a fresh shirt and his hair loose and hanging down to his waist, he had a hair band around one wrist and a comb in his hand. "Thank you Damon, and before I forget, would you care to pick up some sour cream for our potatoes tonight as well?" he took the basket and bent over to set it on the floor just inside the door, letting his hair fall down around him. Simply because he knew what it did to his husband.
Severus watched this with a knowing smirk, he'd been around too many seventh years not to recognize a flirt when he saw one.
Damon groaned and slapped his sub on his ass. "We are going into town and I will decide on my steak when I get there." He growled and turned then walked off the porch.
"Randy has it packaged and ready to be picked up, you can bring what you like, but I am the one cooking dear." Grant called after him sweetly.
Damon growled again. "Come on, Snape." He bypassed the car and got on his cycle. "Get on; you can wear Grant's helmet." He started the big bike and held his hand out to Snape.
Severus put Grant's helmet on and settled himself behind the smaller man and held onto his waist. The ride into town was breathtakingly amazing, he couldn't wait to get his own motorbike on the road.
Damon stopped outside of the parts house and helped Snape off the cycle. "You okay? Sometimes the first real ride is a doozey."
"That was brilliant Damon, absolutely brilliant. Although, I have one question." Severus said as he stood and took the helmet off.
Damon nodded and removed his own helmet. "Ask away, boy. I'll most likely answer it."
"Where do we put the items we purchase?" Severus eyed the cycle.
Damon pointed to the saddle bags on the side of the cycle. "They'll fit in there." He led the way up to the parts house and stopped at the counter. He smiled at the clerk. "I need a Chilton's for a 1970 Harley Davidson Electra Glide Shovelhead Motorcycle. Um give me the Haynes manual for the same bike as well."
Severus followed him in and looked around at everything before pulling out his wallet and paying for the books the clerk set on the counter for them. Picking them up, he tucked them under his arm and followed Damon out of the store and stowed them in the saddlebag as instructed. He pulled his helmet back on and got on behind the older man.
Damon started up the bike and drove them up the street. Randy came out of the shop and Damon scowled at him. "Here ya go. Grant called at told me to have it ready for you." The young man smirked at Damon and nodded to Snape. "Have a good evening, Damon." He tucked the package into the saddle bags and turned to Snape. "Anything else you need while we are in town?"
Severus tried very hard not to laugh at the look on the older man's face as he shook his head. "No, I don't need anything. Does that have the sour cream he asked for though?" he asked as he nodded to the package.
Damon frowned. "Hold on and I will go in and get it. He hopped off the bike and went in the store. He grabbed Grant's sour cream and out of spite picked up a six pack of light ale. He returned to the bike and settled the new purchases into the saddle bags. "Ready?" He fastened his helmet and started the bike.
Severus held on and couldn't keep the smile off of his face on the way back to the Wolffe's farm. He felt freer for some reason and he was enjoying it. He was also feeling rather hungry and looked forward to the evening meal after they worked on tearing the old bike apart. All too soon the driveway of the farm was upon them and Damon roared up to the house where he shut the bike off next to the small car and got off and opened the saddlebags after Severus had dismounted.
"Grant! Come get your packages." Damon yelled at his mate. Damon twisted the top off an ale and held one out to Snape. "Here." He leaned back and took a large swallow of the ale and smacked his lips. "Good stuff."
Grant walked out of the back door and stopped as he took in the sight of his husband drinking. He pursed his lips tightly and snatched the bag away from the man and spun around to stalk back into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Severus sipped from his ale and watched the exchange before speaking.
"I don't mean to intrude, but is he alright?" he asked as they heard the sounds of angry muttering and slamming pots coming from the kitchen windows. He raised a brow as a cat ran for it's life from the open windowsill.
Damon chuckled. "He is. Come on, we'll work on the bike and he'll call us when it's ready." Damon finished off the ale and grabbed another. He placed the rest of the six pack under his arm and headed for the barn. As he walked by the kitchen window he called out to Grant. "Don't blow your top in there Injun!"
As if in answer, a wet dish rag flew out the window and hit Damon upside the head. "You told me you weren't going to do that this weekend, old man!" Grant yelled as he began to angrily scrub the vegetables. He hated it when Damon drank, it brought back too many memories of drunken relatives that had used the young winkte as the butt of many cruel jokes as he was growing up. Scowling, he picked up their other cat and tossed it into the living room.
"Don't tell me what to do, Injun." Damon slung the washcloth back through the window. "Incoming!" He shouted as it sailed between the panes of glass. Damon took another swig of the ale and then stalked in to the barn. "Come on Snape we have a bike to dismantle."
Severus followed the older man to the barn and opened the manual and looked it over while he sipped his ale. "Please, if you wish for me to call you Damon, then I insist that you call me Severus." he said as he set his ale down on the bench and looked sceptically at the heap on the floor of the barn. "This is hopeless, is it not?"
Damon chuckled. "Alright Severus. Wait until we get it in five hundred pieces, then it will seem hopeless." He chugged the rest of his ale and tossed the bottle in a bin. The rest he placed in the small refrigerator in the corner of the barn. "The most difficult thing is the carburettor, I think. That thing will make or break you." He looked at the younger man. "Ready to get started?"
Severus lifted his bottle and spoke. "Into the breech we ride..." and drained the ale before tossing it to join it's mate. "Let us begin this undertaking of the undoing of my sanity. Please feel free to remind on occasion as to why I bought this monstrosity as I am bashing my head into yon tree in frustration." he said with a shake of his head and stood over the heap. He looked down and then back at the other man. "I do believe we may need more than the remaining ales before this afternoon is over." He picked up a screw driver as Damon instructed and bent to work on what the older man had pointed him to.
Damon shook his head. "No, I think I pissed him off enough for one evening. No more for me. You are more than welcome to the remaining ones though."
Soon the scent of grilled meat began to waft towards the barn. "Damn that smells good. I wonder what he got for me. I was to angry to look." Damon sighed and took the gas tank from Severus to pour out the water and gas from it outside of the barn.
"No, I'll respect him in his home." Severus said with a nod, he had no trouble respecting the wishes of the other man. He had shown him kindness when he had been nothing but an arse to him. "It does smell quite good. I've not had much food cooked in that manner, it will be a unique treat for me." He said as Damon returned with the gas tank and set to work on the next piece of the bike he was pointed to. It wasn't long before they heard the barn door open and a cat ran in and over to where Damon was squatting next to Severus.
"Your meal is ready, Damon." Grant said as he turned and left the barn and went back into the house. The picnic table in the back yard was laid out with the meal; steak, a nice leaner cut of sirloin for Damon, baked potatoes, baked beans, salad, steamed squash, and fresh bread along with a pitcher of iced tea. And two plates. The sound of a door closing in the evening air was loud under the elm.
Damon turned at the sound of Grant's voice. At the slamming door he knew he was in trouble. He pointed with a greasy finger. "Over there is some Orange Goo and a sink. Go ahead and clean up. Get you something to eat." He stood and walked out of the barn and went after Grant.
As he walked past the picnic table he saw only the two plates and shook his head. He looked for Snape and spelled his hands clean and reached for the door knob. It clicked in his hand. Locked. And out of his own damn house as well. He pounded on the door. "Open this door, Grant Wolffe. Don't make me break a window."
Severus looked up at the yelling and bent to the task of cleaning his hands and tried to give the man some privacy as he dealt with his unhappy spouse.
And from within the house was silence.
"Grant! Don't piss me off. Enough has happened today and I am not in the mood for one of your damned temper tantrums." Damon banged on the door again. "If you don't open this damn door I am breaking the front fucking window and climbing in after your ass and you really don't want me to do that."
Grant came out of the laundry room from where he'd been sitting and opened the door to his husband. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked at the red and angry face of his mate, he dropped his gaze "You should go eat Sir, your dinner will get cold or the cats will get it." he said, his voice rough. It was all too obvious he'd cried some while they'd been in barn working. He turned to go into the living room.
Damon reached out and grabbed his arm. "What the hell is wrong with you today? First the scene at the auction which was perfectly understandable and now you lock me out of the damned house?"
Damon pulled Grant close and rubbed his face, tracing the tear tracks with his fingers. "Tell me baby. Talk to me."
"You promised me you wouldn't drink this weekend." he whispered as he stood there with his head down.
Damon snorted. "I made no such promises. I said I wouldn't get drunk. Two ales babe. That was all. The rest are in the fridge out in the barn except for the one Severus had." He grabbed Grant's chin. "You know I don't drink that often and when I do it's very little." He bent to kiss Grant and then remembered. He aimed his wand at his mouth and cast a freshening charm. "Better." He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the other man. He pulled him close and held him as he rubbed on Grant's back.
"May I speak freely Sir?" he asked as he stood stiffly in his husband's arms.
Damon sighed. "Go ahead. You know I can't deny you anything."
Grant swallowed and thought before he spoke. "With everything that has happened today, I needed you not to drink, I needed to not have that around me."
Damon nodded. "And I needed to release a little frustration as well." He hugged Grant to him. "I understand your feelings on the alcohol and I want to remind you once again that I am not those Indian ingrates.” He sighed. "We both pushed each other's buttons today and you are right with all that happened today I probably shouldn't have drank. However that gives you no right to lock me out of the damn house."
Grant whispered something and then looked up at Damon. "What is my punishment Sir?"
Damon raised an eyebrow. "What was that, Pet?" He looked into Grant's dark eyes. "You still have permission to speak freely."
Grant licked his lips and spoke. "I was afraid."
"Afraid?" Damon looked at him, strangely. "What were you afraid of?"
Grant shook his head and bit his lips. "I was stupid Sir. Don't pay any attention to me. I'm sorry, I was wrong to do what I did and I will accept what punishment you set tonight. Now Sir, your meal is getting cold." he tried to usher his mate out of the door and back to the picnic table where their guest was waiting.
Damon snorted and grabbed the smaller man taking Grant with him outside. "I’ll let this go for now." He told Grant as they neared the picnic table. “But you will tell me about it tonight." He sat and pulled Grant down into his lap. "So Severus, How's the eating?" He sliced into his steak and held a bit out for Grant.
Severus looked up at the couple and noticed the strained lines on the younger man's face. "I've never had anything quite like this, it's brilliant. Before I go home, I would appreciate it if someone could teach me how to do this myself." He cut another bit of meat and chewed it, savouring the different spices Grant had used to season it. He also watched as Damon held a bite to the younger man's lips and the delicate way Grant took it and slowly chewed it.
"When is a good time to work on the motorcycle again, Damon?" he asked as he tried not to stare as the man basically force fed his husband.
Damon forked a squash round and dipped it in the sour cream on his potato. "I have to work this weekend at the bar but we can work on it tomorrow afternoon if you like for a couple of hours before the bar opens.”
He looked up at Grant. "Still feeling woozy from the heat, Grant?" He offered the tea to his husband and scanned over his face.
"No Sir." was the quiet reply as he bent to sip at the tea. He sat on his husband's lap and listened to them talk about the bike and other things as they finished their meal. "Sir, I made a pie for dessert if you would like me to fetch it." he said during a lull in the conversation and stood up from his lap to collect the empty plates and dishes.
"I'll call a taxi to carry me out if you don't mind giving me the address." Severus said as he sat back and allowed the other man to take his plate as he sipped at the odd iced tea.
Damon nodded. He inclined his head towards Severus. "No pie for me just yet." He pulled Grant over to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. His eyes raked over his sub and looked at his face. He caressed the side of Grant's cheek and turned him loose. "Grant is an excellent chef. Can I tempt you with some pie, Severus?" He stood to help Grant take the remaining food back into the house.
"That would be nice, thank you." Severus said as he watched them. Something was definitely not right.
"I have it Sir, you don't need to bother with it." Grant said as he took the plates from Damon. "Sit Sir and I will bring you a cup of coffee, would you like one as well, Mr. Snape?"
Severus nodded and watched as the Lakhota made his way up the back steps. He turned slightly and watched Damon's reaction. This was better than top table in the Great Hall.
Damon scowled but dropped the issue. He fumed about it and then caught Snape watching him from the corner of his eye. "Entertaining, aren't we? Reminds me of that old television show, All in the Family." He shook his head. "I forget that you are European and might not know it."
Damon was tempted to go get another ale but knew it would never go over with Grant. He looked back up at the house where Grant was. He returned his gaze to Snape. "Old marrieds." He shook his head.
Severus smiled sheepishly at being caught. "I feel that I am partly to blame for his foul mood and I am truly sorry for just intruding on your lives like this. Is there anything I can do? Perhaps fetch him an ale from the barn?"
Inside the house Grant rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher before he took the fresh peach pie from the cooling board and cut two good slices putting them in shallow bowls and filling a small creamer with fresh cream. He knew his husband liked to have fresh cream on peach pie. He set all of that on a serving tray and added three cups of coffee and added a small bowl of sugar not knowing what their guest took. Picking it up, he took a deep breath and stepped back outside to serve his husband and their guest.
"Some of it may be your fault, but I however acerbated the problem." Damon smiled as Grant came back with the dessert. Damon shook his head. "Don't even suggest it to him."
"Grant, sit with us." He pulled the other man into his lap after he set down the coffee and pies.
Grant sat back down on his husband's lap and picked up the small pitcher of cream and deftly fixed Damon's dessert for him and then added a touch of cream to his own coffee. "Here Sir, it's fresh and so is the cream. Mr. Snape, please enjoy." Grant sipped at his hot coffee and watched the fireflies as they blinked in the darkness. He listened as the two men continued to talk about the restoration of the Harley and only looked up as he heard the grandfather clock in the house chime midnight. "Sir, why doesn't Mr. Snape simply take the guest room so that you do not have to go out this late?"
Severus looked up surprised at the time, he had overstayed his welcome by hours it seemed. "No no, it's alright, surely you are not so far out that I cannot walk."
Damon helped Grant to his feet. "Better do what the man tells you to, boy. He's cranky enough already. It's late and past his bedtime. You don't want to incur his wrath. Believe you me, I am already in the doghouse tonight." He scooped up Grant in his arms and carried him to the house. "Come on Severus, I’ll show you where the shower is."
Severus laughed as he watched the two and picked up the dishes as he followed them in the house listening to Grant protest.
"Damon put me down!" Grant demanded as they reached the living room. "I need to put fresh linens on the bed and lay out towels for the man." When his husband didn't listen Grant swatted his shoulder and wriggled until he had to be put down. "I am a doctor Sir, do not forget that."
With a sniff he stalked into the guest room and quickly changed the linens and set out fresh towels. In lieu of sleep wear, he set out a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose tee shirt for the other man to wear. He came back in with his arms wrapped about his waist and looked at Severus. "If you will set your clothes outside the bathroom door, I'll make sure they are laundered tonight."
Severus nodded. "Thank you again for your hospitality."
Damon glared at Grant and then pointed to their room. "The bathroom is the first door on the left of the hall. Night, Severus."
Grant went into their bedroom and started to sit down on the edge of their bed and then thought better of it, he sank to his knees next to his Dom's side of the bed and waited for his husband.
Damon stood over Grant‘s kneeling form. “Talk to me.”
"What is my punishment Sir?" he asked as he lowered his eyes and waited.
Damon closed his eyes. "To tell me what the hell your problem is and if you don't then I am going to go back out there and get some more ale from Cutty's and drink all damn night." He breathed out a sigh and waited.
"I was afraid so I locked the door."
Damon opened his eyes and stared at Grant. "You were scared so you locked me out of the house? And when pray tell have I given you the notion to be scared of me?"
"You've been edgy with me most of the day Sir and then you started drinking. You'd already disciplined me once and left a mark." At that Grant held up his arm and showed him his wrist. "And everything with Mr. Snape has had you angry… and watching him lose it and then he was angry..."
Damon sank down to the floor. "I am sorry I marked you." He kissed Grant's wrist gently and then healed the mark. "I was angry with you earlier at the auction and then again after the thing in the barn. However you have never acted like this before either. What else has you on edge, baby?"
"I don't know, I really don't Sir, I'm sorry for acting out as I did." he said as he gave his husband a small smile and dropped his head again,
Damon nodded and took a chance on a joke. "That time of the month." He smirked at Grant.
One of Grant's hands strayed to his stomach for a moment before he shook his head. "No Sir."
"Grant, it was a joke." Damon sighed and pulled the younger man into his arms. "I love you, my Injun."
"I love you too." he murmured as he nestled his face in the crook of Damon's neck and breathed in the scent of his man. He pressed the line of his body to his husband's and darted his tongue out to lick under the man's ear.
"Mmm" Damon hummed and held Grant tighter. "Convince me you are sorry, Pet. Show me what I am missing out on by being an ass." He waved his wand at the door and cast a Silencing Spell. He tossed the stick up on to the bed and leaned his head back for Grant.
The younger man licked and kissed over his Dom's throat and nuzzled at the hollow at the base of his neck while his hands pulled the tee shirt up and then over his head. Once the man's chest was bare, Grant rubbed his face over the furred muscles and began to lap and suckle at each nipple while his fingers played in the thatch of thick chest hair.
Damon's eyes fluttered shut and he forgot about the day as Grant's mouth moved over him. "More, Grant." He whispered hoarsely.
"Yes Master," he whispered as he bent lower and rolled the nipple in his mouth between his tongue and teeth, letting his teeth scrape it gently as he tugged at it. His fingers pulled roughly at the chest hair as he moved his hot mouth to the other nipple and began to lave it with teeth and tongue before dropping one of his hands down to cup the bulge in Damon's jeans.
"Oh gods." Damon clinched his hands into fists fighting off the urge to guide Grant's head where he wanted it. He bucked up into Grant's hand and groaned at the denim separating them. "Finish undressing me." He told his sub softly.
"Yes Master." he said as he unbuttoned the worn jeans and pushed them over the man's ass. "You need to stand Sir so I can take them off." he said quietly as he sat back on his heels and waited.
Damon stood and looked down at Grant. "Gods you are beautiful like that."
"Thank you Master." he replied with a blush and removed his Sir's shoes and then pulled Damon's jeans down and waited as he lifted each leg so he could remove them completely. He knelt there with his husband's proud erect cock in his face and leaned forward to begin to lick and nuzzle at his hip and work his way down the vee of his groin until his nose was pressed to the heavy ball sac; which he began to suckle gently as he used one hand to stroke his lover's prick.
Damon moaned loudly. "Go... go on, Pet." He tangled his fingers in Grant's hair and massaged the man's scalp, trying not to direct the other where he wanted him to go. He looked down at the pink staining Grant's cheeks. "So beautiful."
Grant lapped at the low hanging, heavy sac and breathed in the sweaty smell of his man and nearly purred as he pulled back and sat on his heels long enough to reach behind him and undo his long braid and shake it out. With one hand he grasped the base of Damon's thick cock and lowered it just a bit so that when he leaned forward again his mouth would slide right over the leaking tip and he could swallow him down. He savoured the strong taste of the man's precome as he licked at his slit and then swallowed him to the base, angling his jaw so that Damon could fuck his mouth with no problem.
Damon grunted and thrust lightly into his sub's mouth. "Fucking hell, Grant. You break me every time we are together." He gathered up his love's silky stands and watched as he moved his cock in and out of the wet hot mouth. His fingers tightened in the dark hair as he pulled lightly. "Damn." He hissed as he continued to slowly rocked forward, Grant's pink lips stretched across his length.
Grant put one hand on his husband's hip to steady himself and he slid the other to the front of his own jeans where he rubbed at himself at the same time; he squirmed while he felt himself getting wet. He felt Damon's hands pulling at his hair, guiding his head up and down as he slowly used his mouth. He could feel his Dom's cock throbbing on his tongue.
Damon sighed and slowly pulled his prick from Grant's mouth. "Thank you, love." He eyed his sub slowly caressing himself and felt his eyes roll up in his head. He gently stroked his cock. "Tell me Boy, do you wish for me to use you tonight? How do you want me to take you, make you and break you?"
Grant trembled as Damon looked down at him and he moved his hand away from himself. He knew better. "You are welcome Sir. Please Sir, use me if it pleases you. Take me anyway that will bring you satisfaction, Sir."
Damon pulled Grant up from the floor and began undressing him. "You have satisfied me greatly already, love." He kissed the man's still tanned skin. He licked his way across the smooth muscles on his chest and gently took one peaked nipple into his mouth. He suckled there for a moment before moving his hands and face lower. Damon sighed against the soft skin of Grant's belly as he undid the jeans. "Tell me love, how you would like to be satisfied?"
Grant arched his back at his husband's touch and whimpered as he felt the wet heat envelope his nipple, it felt so good. He felt the muscles of his stomach twitch as Damon's big hand pressed over them and then undid his jeans. He swallowed thickly before he spoke. "Possess me Master, but please take the Silencing Charm down first. Take me anyway you like, but make me howl."
Damon was slipping off Grant's loafers then he looked up at Grant. "Why, Pet? Surely you don't want him to hear you?" He called his wand to him and held it up. "Are you certain that is what you wish?"
Grant nodded, "Please Sir, I need him to know that I am very very owned."
Damon shook his head, not really understanding Grant's desire but complying all the same. "There you go, Boy." He tossed his wand back on the bed then pulled the jeans and smalls from Grant's body. He ran his hands up the strong legs and gripped his sub's hips. He bent forward and licked the head of his small cock. The bitter taste exploded on his tongue and he slid the length in his mouth and groaned around it.
Grant whimpered and trembled as his Master took him into his mouth, he spread his legs wider and canted his hips, offering himself totally to his husband. He kept his hands at his sides, his fingers digging into his hips as he tipped his head back and felt his mate's hot breath on the skin of his groin, he was totally in his mouth.
Damon reached up between Grant's legs and caressed his balls then slid his fingers under the heavy sac and into the wetness he found there. The whole time he never let his husband’s hard flesh slip from his mouth. He moved back and forth over the firm prick and slid his fingers in and out of Grant's slit.
"It's yours Master...it's yours." Grant moaned as his legs trembled while Damon frigged his slit. He rocked his hips and impaled himself further. "More....oh gods...spread me open, make me scream your name!" he cried as he thrust his hips and felt his sac drawing up tighter. "Please don't make me come empty Sir!" he begged as his knees started to buckle and he had to steady himself with a hand on Damon's shoulder.
Damon pulled off Grant with a pop and pushed him back onto the bed. He crawled over his sub and reached into the side table drawer. He drew out their little pot of lubricant. He tipped some out onto his fingers and then moved back between Grant's legs. He hefted the limbs over his shoulder and hastily slathered the lube on himself and then Grant. He pushed into the tight opening, slowly and then sunk his fingers in the wet slit once more.
"Like that, sweet, sweet Grant? Are you filled enough now?" Damon asked as he stopped sliding once he was balls deep in Grant's ass.
Grant opened his mouth and wailed at the abrupt breaching, there had been no stretching, nothing to prepare him save a finger full of lube. His husband's broad cockhead forced it's way inside and he welcomed the intrusion. He needed to let the man in the other room hear his Master possess him totally. He forced himself to open his eyes and look up at Damon. "Yes Sir...thank you! It hurts so fucking good."
Damon shook his head at Grant. Carefully he pulled out of the younger man and eased back in. He knew he hadn't prepared Grant well but he had been asking for some pain all day and this was just a little way to grant that request. He was certain Snape was getting an earful and hoped Grant would remember he asked for this when he couldn't look the other man in the face tomorrow morning. He moved back out and poured more lube on the point where they were connected and slid back in.
Damon pulled his fingers from Grant's slit and took ahold of his hips. He angled his hips and pulled the other man to him. He slammed Grant back on his cock. "You like it to hurt don't you?" He growled. "How bad do you want to hurt?"
"Yes yes yes yes yes." He chanted as Damon slammed him back onto his cock. He arched his back and ground his ass against the man's groin. "Make me cry Sir, make it hurt." He loved to feel like he was being split and ripped to pieces by his husband, he loved the bruises and the bite marks, he loved knowing his husband enjoyed hurting him as much as he enjoyed hurting for him.
"As you wish, my own." Damon bent forward folding Grant in half and pounded into his mate. He reached between them and fisted the small prick. He stroked in time with his strikes into Grant's ass. "Come for me, Grant." He whispered and then leaned forward and bit down on a nipple, then soothed the ache by running his tongue across his abused chest.
Tears fell from the dark eyes as Damon used him mercilessly and he gave voice to the pain and pleasure that coursed through his body. Grant thrashed and writhed as much as he could while pinned down to the bed, desperately trying to thrust his hips into his husband's fist. He came with a sharp cry, shuddering as he went limp under his husband's weight.
Damon thrust a few more times and howled out his pleasure as he sent his release deep within the other man. He collapsed on Grant's chest still snug in the tight warmth. He wrapped his arms around the other man and flipped them over so Grant could breath. He stroked his back as his own breathing calmed and slowed. "Love you." He whispered across the other man's ear. He pushed back the dark hair and tangled his fingers in the long lengths.
Grant panted as he lay there on the bed with his husband's arm around him, he smiled and pushed himself back to snuggled next to him. "I love you too."
Damon hugged Grant's limp form and then summoned his wand before he fell asleep. The wood smacked into his hand and he whispered the cleansing charm. He yawned and snuggled the man closer. "Go to sleep, Grant." he nuzzled the man's hair and settled further down into the pillows.
Grant lay there for a little while unable to sleep and finally decided to get up to do the little bit of laundry he'd promised their houseguest. He slid out of bed and put a pair of sleeping shorts and a tee shirt on before he left the darkened room and padded quietly down the hall to collect the neatly folded pile of clothing outside the bathroom door. He went back through the darkened living room and nearly pissed himself when a deep voice greeted him in the darkness.
"Did you wear him out?" Severus asked, gently. He looked up and met the Indian's eyes. "I take it that was for my benefit."
"Damon is sleeping." Grant said softly as he edged toward the door with the laundry held as a shield in front of him.
Severus grunted. He stood and looked at the small man. "Why did you step in front of him earlier? I most certainly deserved it for the things I said." His dark eyes roamed over Grant's form.
"You weren't 'with' us anymore, there was a little scared boy there that didn't understand what was happening, I couldn't allow you to be hit." Grant answered as he looked back at him.
Severus nodded. "And you thought you could save that little boy, did you?" He turned and moved slowly towards Grant. "Thought you could protect an innocent child?" His eyes glittered in the darkness and he cocked his head at the other man. "What made you think I was such an innocent, worth saving?"
"There are very few that are not worth saving." Grant said as he set the clothing down and wrapped his arms about his waist, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, feeling like a hawk's prey.
"Really?" Severus raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't say that if you knew what I had done in the past." He smirked. "Run on back to bed little Wolffe, you don't want to keep your Master waiting." Severus sank back down on the couch and picked up the ale bottle he retrieved from he barn.
Grant reached out and plucked the bottle from his hand. "That won't solve anything Mr. Snape. What have you done in the past that is so horrible that I wouldn't want to save you?" he asked as he sat down on the sofa and set the offending bottle on the end table next to him.
Severus raised an eyebrow at stared at the other man. "Things too dark for the likes of your innocent ears." He reached out for the bottle again. "How I decide to drown my troubles is my business. Damon told me you don't like the liquor and I waited until I thought you were sleeping to start drinking. There is only one more bottle left and I fully intend to consume it tonight." He sneered at Grant. "I will also replace the beer for you husband."
Grant cocked his head and looked at him. "Is the ale getting you drunk enough Mr. Snape?"
"No." Severus huffed angrily. "However I finish what I start and it is enough to ease the memories," He swirled the last bit of ale in the bottle before downing it. "I think." he finished. He set the bottle next to the other one on the coffee table and reached for the last one. He screwed off the cap and bent it then dropped it into the empty in front of him.
Severus took a long swallow and looked back at Grant. "I don't see why it is any of your business." He waved his hand at the bottles. "I will clean up my mess."
Grant rolled his eyes and got to his feet, going into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with an unopened bottle of Glenlivet and two glasses. He sat them down on the coffee table and opened the bottle, pouring them each several fingers of the amber liquid before pushing one of the glasses to Snape. "See if this works better Mr. Snape."
Severus' eyes widened in shock for a moment then his mask carefully settled back into place. "And here I thought you didn't like liquor, Mr. Wolffe." He picked up the glass and inhaled the fine scent of the scotch. The lemony smell assaulted his nose and he sighed. "Cheers." He swallowed down the whole glass and set it back on the table.
Grant poured again and pushed the glass back to him as he picked his own up and sipped at it, trying to hide the grimace. He never drank. He'd seen too many of his relatives have problems with alcohol and he was afraid of it. Even though they owned a bar, most nights he was there, you would find him sipping a soft drink or coffee. He looked at Snape and watched the man over the rim of his glass. "So tell me why you are so unworthy of saving Mr. Snape."
Severus chuckled. "You are not a fine connoisseur of liquor, Mr. Wolffe. Don't try to pretend. It is unbecoming of one otherwise so well..." he stopped searching for the right word and one that didn't sound so sarcastic. However none came to mind. "trained." Snape downed this glass a little slower savouring the taste this time. Rough and the slight citrus taste reminded him of Albus' lemon drops and he sneered at he glass as he set it back on the table. He allowed his head to lull back on the couch cushion and sprawled his legs out in from of him. He turned his head slightly to look at Grant once again. the warmth spread through him and relaxed his tongue. "The things I have done are not worth mentioning in polite company. I myself am an arse of grand proportions, you however..."
He pointed a long steady finger at Grant. "Are one of the most genteel creatures I have ever seen." He smirked. "When your man hasn't pissed in your porridge."
At that Grant laughed. "I am far from genteel Mr. Snape, but thank you. I grew up dirt poor on a reservation in the middle of nowhere. I am what I am due to Damon. You are correct I have been well trained. I don't like liquor, in fact, I rarely imbibe at all. I am flattered that you consider me to be polite company, but to be honest I am a good listener." He sat his glass down and tucked his legs under him and watched the dark eyed stranger.
"Well then if you don't mind I have already indulged in one vice I would like to succumb to another." He pulled a pack of clove cigarettes from the t-shirt pocket. "Would you prefer me to go outside?"
Grant unfolded himself from where he was sitting and padded over to set a fan in the window before turning it on. "You are fine Mr. Snape. Damon smokes on occasion as well." As he was coming back to his spot, he stopped and picked up a bottle cap from the floor and to straighten a throw pillow. He settled back and tucked his feet under him again. "So Mr. Snape, why do you think you are so horrible?"
Severus lit the cigarette and closed his eyes as the nicotine flooded his bloodstream. He exhaled the fragrant smoke. "I try not to think when I am supposed to be on vacation. and I don't think I am horrible." he sat up and looked Grant in the face. "I know it."
"I don't think you are horrible."
Severus chuckled. "You did earlier and you still have a slight fear of me now." He raised his eyebrow. "I am rather creepy, if I do say so myself." Severus hung his head for a moment. It was too fun baiting this man almost like trying to raze Lupin. He sat back and took another drag of his cigarette, his thin lips curling around the small filter and sucking deeply on it. He blew out a solid stream of white. "So Mr. Wolffe, excuse me, Dr. Wolffe. I had forgotten you little outburst from earlier. Think you can fix Severus Snape, greasy bastard extraordinaire, eh?" He sneered. "I highly doubt it. You should run on back to your Master. This is one broken thing you cannot fix." He finished softly.
Grant got a mulish look to his face and began. "I think you behaved as an ass earlier. Am I nervous? Perhaps, but that is my issue, not yours. Are you creepy? You are a bit too pale and thin, you need to be fed and some fresh air, not to mention a good scrub with lye soap. And I am Grant, not Dr. Wolffe. Let me decide if I find you to be a lost cause or not, alright?" he said as he stood and went into the kitchen for a glass of iced tea. He came back with the tea and a couple of sandwiches for them, setting the plate down on the table between them. "Here, I don't know about you, but I worked up an appetite."
Severus chuckled darkly. "Merlin you sound like a woman I know that has tried to mother half of my world." He watched Grant eat. "I heard. So, Grant. How did you acquire a Master such as Damon?" He deflected the questioning from himself to the other man. Not wanting to spoil the buzz the alcohol and the cigarette had given him he went back to the ale he had earlier. It had warmed up to room temperature and tasted somewhat like the ales Madame Rosmerta stocked. "You may address me as Severus." He knocked back a long swallow finishing off the bottle. That was three and he was tempted to make a pyramid from the dead soldiers.
"Damon met me one afternoon as I was attempting to get an errant cow back into a catch pen." Grant said with a laugh as he remembered the day Damon had pulled up on his motorbike and sat there laughing at him as he ran after the nasty old cow. He leaned forward and took the bottles before they could fall and possibly break on the table. "Damon and I have been together since 1952."
Severus stared at him. Then he laughed. "I bet that went over well with your relatives. That is something that is not so easily accepted in my world." He took the bottles from Grant. "I told you I would clean up the mess I made." He swayed only slightly as he stood and walked to the kitchen. He pulled his wand from his shorts and cast a sobering charm on him. His mouth tended to run off even more when he had be liquored up and there was no way he was spilling his guts to the other man. He walked back into the room and sat down. "That is a long time to put up with servitude, even as pleasurable as it sounded."
"My relatives didn't speak to me again until 1964, it wasn't well received in my world. Damon however was worth everything I went through." Grant watched the man stand and sway as he went into the kitchen. He also noticed he was sober when he returned, sobering charm, he smirked to himself. "I put up with very little Severus. I don't know what you know about the Lifestyle, but I'm not put upon by my husband. He takes wonderful care of me. Now I believe we were talking about you and your wicked ways."
"As a matter of fact I don't know. About the Lifestyle as you called it? It sounds." Severus smirked. "to be a very interesting way to live. My wicked ways as you call them are not up for discussion."
“I've lived this way since I was eighteen Severus, I'm an old man of fifty eight now, it's really all I know. It's known as S/m, domination and submission, bondage and discipline, a multitude of names. It's an exchange of power between two people." Grant began and then stopped, he didn't want to be ridiculed if the younger man was mocking him. "Why do you call him my Master?" he asked as he watched him out of the corner of his eye.
Severus tapped at his ear. "I heard you loud and clear, Grant. As I said you made sure of it, I think. Possibly asserting your place and letting me know you weren't afraid of me." He cocked his head. "Maybe letting me hear that Damon still enjoys you and I won't foist myself upon him, to shove you out of the way."
"Or that you won't look at me." Grant said softly.
Severus narrowed his eyes at Grant. "You feel that he would offer you to me? I find that hard to believe of what I have seen of the man. He is dangerously possessive of you." He eased back into the couch. "I will admit the submissive gestures you showed him were attractive to me." He decided to tease the other man a bit more. "And since you so graciously allowed me a vocal of the other things the two of you get up to I find myself more and more intrigued by the possibility of pursuing such a relationship." He sighed. "It sound quite freeing." Severus finished softly.
"I know I would be if you were mine."
"You would be what?" Grant asked as he watched the other man and picked at his sandwich. He was deciding on whether or not it would be wise to flirt or not. He set his sandwich down and began to play in his hair.
"Possessive." Severus watched the other man as he toyed with all that long dark hair. "Don't tempt me into something that is not readily available. First off, I wouldn't do that to Damon even though I have done it before. Secondly as much as I enjoyed the sounds coming from your room, I believe I am a tad more than even you can handle." He adjusted his long frame on the sofa and cleared his throat. "Tell me more about this Lifestyle."