Disclaimer: They all belong to JK Rowling, I just borrowed them. They certainly
will be glad when I bring them back, because I'm a very sick person
Pairing: SS/LM, also to a smaller extent SS/SB
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warnings: BDSM, auto-aggression
Thanks to hainuwele for beta-reading!
Category: Darkfic, Drama/Angst, lightened up with a healthy amount of Humour
Summary: Snape's time at university, when he meets Lucius Malfoy, Lord
Voldemort and other nice fellows
Highway to Hell, Chapter Three: Passions
By Ratwoman
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>>His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corners with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deeps cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap<<
Ted Hughes, Lovesong
Severus was nervous before going to his first lecture "Survey of the Higher
Defence Against the Dark Arts"; not because he thought DADA was difficult, he
just thought it difficult to face Black. Maybe, with a bit luck, Black had forgotten;
but they'd woken up naked next to each other, Black could hardly have forgotten
that. As for having intercourse with Black, Snape remembered nothing of that,
just that his arse had burned like fire all day. So he had finally lost his virginity
and did not even remember it.
Black was staring as sullenly as ever at Severus as the Marauders entered the
lecture room; hoping that Black hadn't told the Marauders, Snape glared back
from the back row he was sitting in.
They ignored each other during the lecture, which was boring anyway, as
Severus knew already everything Professor Exciter told them.
When the lesson was over, Snape noticed warily that Black stayed behind while
his friends left.
"Snape, I need to talk to you!" he said darkly when Snape reached the desk he
was standing at. Severus glared with pointed boredom at Sirius Black.
"What is it, Black?" he asked lazily.
"Did you use an aphrodisiac on me?" Black said.
Snape rolled his eyes. "I'm not that desperate for a fuck!" Black did not look
convinced so Severus added: "We were drunk, Black! I don't even remember
what we did!"
Black suddenly smirked: "I do remember. I always remember no matter how
drunk I was."
"Good for you." Severus snarled, "So you have something you can tell your
grandchildren." He was about to walk past Black, but the other wizard held him
back.
"Don't touch me!" Severus hissed.
There was a sinister glow in Black's eyes that Severus had never noticed before.
"So, you didn't use an aphrodisiac and you don't even remember how... nice it
was?" he whispered.
What the hell...? Severus stared in confusion at Black, whose features had
contorted into a feral grin. A shiver ran through Snape's body when Black's free
hand moved up his thigh.
"What are you doing?" Severus whispered.
"I'm just trying to refresh your memory." Black replied and captured his lips in a
crushing, breathtaking kiss, while he was pushing him against the next desk.
Dozens of questions went through Severus's mind while Black's tongue was
ravishing his mouth, leaving no crevice unexplored, and hard, strong hands
roamed his body. Why did Black do that? Certainly he could have everyone he
wanted. And why did he let Black do that? Why did he even enjoy being
overpowered by Black like that?
"Sirius?" an incredulous voice at the door interrupted them.
Black broke the kiss and looked at the door. His hair fell before Severus's face,
but he could recognise Remus Lupin standing in the doorframe, aghast.
Black took a step back and said, as if nothing unusual had happened: "Hi
Moony!"
"I just noticed that you stayed behind and wanted to see... but, um, looks like I'm
disturbing..." Lupin blushed.
"Oh, no, that's fine, Moony." Black said stepping to his friend. "Let's go to the
cafeteria."
With that they left a very confused Severus behind.
***
When Severus came back home the early evening, Lucius and some dark-haired
man were standing in the hallway, snogging self-forgotten.
"Hi Lucius," Severus said, wondering why the hell Lucius and his boyfriend of
the week didn't do that in his room.
Lucius opened his eyes and stared at Severus in that intense way that he couldn't
quite interpret. Feeling uneasy, Snape sneaked past them and up the stairs to his
room.
Morgana, one of Mill's cats, was lying on his bed. Severus lay down next to her
and smiled sadly when the cat snuggled up to him. Black certainly had had his
fun. Severus had come to the conclusion that Black's behaviour after the DADA
lecture had just been a way to prove to himself that he was truly irresistible. If
that fool thought Snape felt attracted to him... well, he did, but that was just the
inner wish to be wanted by someone, anyone... All his previous sexual
experience consisted of a bit of groping around with Evan Rosier... Snape was
sure, Evan had done that in the hope of getting a better price for his potions if he
pleased him. Who should truly want him, greasy, mean Snape? Certainly not
Black, but a little playing with his emotions had been a funny joke for him.
His blades were calling.
***
The following one and a half weeks were rather quiet. Severus went to his
lectures and carried books home from the library, spending the evenings in quiet
study. Sirius Black had gone back to ignoring him during the DADA lectures they
had together, and Severus was glad about that.
Then one day he met him in a quiet corridor on his way from a lecture.
"Hello Severus," Sirius Black said in a mock-friendly voice.
Severus raised an eye-brow. "Where are your shadows?" meaning the
Marauders.
Black shrugged, then his eyes travelled to the wall on his right. Snape looked the
same direction and saw a door with a sign reading "Broom closet". Before
Severus could react, Black's left hand gripped the wrist of his wand-hand while
he opened the door and pushed Snape and himself through it, kicking the door
shut behind them.
Severus was more surprised than shocked when Black pushed him against the
wall between all the cleaning equipment and kissed him ferociously. Whatever
new game Black was playing now, Snape did not yet know the rules, so he
stayed quiet and tried to find out what Black was up to.
Sirius Black broke the kiss and started nipping at Snape's throat, while he slowly
moved his knee up between Severus's thighs, nudging his crotch.
Severus gasped, aware of his precarious position. "Why are you doing this?" he
asked.
"Because I want to." Black whispered against his ear. "Because I can."
Snape giggled. "That's such a cliche, Black!"
Black's knee pressed harder against his groin and Severus jumped in slight pain
and fear. He noticed that Black still held his wand-hand tightly clasped, there was
not much he could do. That thought was strangely arousing.
Black's free hand moved to unbutton Snape's robes, while his teeth were raking
across his Adam's apple and his knee was rubbing slowly against his groin.
Severus closed his eyes and moaned softly at the multiple sensations, moaned
louder when Black's hand moved beneath his robes and roamed his chest over
the thin fabric of his shirt.
"More..." Severus breathed through gritted teeth.
"More what?" Black answered.
"More of this." Severus replied, but he had hardly spoken when Black took a
step back, rearranging his robes.
Severus stared at him in incomprehension.
"I'm sorry, Severus," Black said with a smirk, "but I have to go to a lecture."
With that he left.
Severus sank down to the floor. How could he have been so stupid as to take
Black's ...er, attack, serious.
***
Sirius Black's "attacks" did not cease in the following weeks, and Severus found
himself strangely helpless against Black's newest form of torture. He often
planned to hex Black the next time he dragged him into an empty store- or
seminar room, or the next time Black would use a party cramped with people to
grope Snape while walking past him, but each time he found himself yielding
helplessly to Black's attentions just to be left when he was aroused.
Snape took to avoiding Black, turning on his heels whenever he saw him alone,
but Black seemed to turn up when he least expected him. It had been easier at
school, when they had just hexed one another.
Yet, except of those attacks, Severus's life was rather quiet during the first two
months of his university life. He spend most of his free time reading; after a while
he started avoiding parties, since Black seemed to show up at every single one.
Every once in a while he neutralised a Howler his mother sent him.
Then, one evening in November, it was already dark outside, his life became
more confused.
He Apparated in front of the shared house with a stack of books from the library
and, trying not to drop them, unlocked the door. He was startled for a moment
when he entered the house, because Lucius was standing in the middle of the
hallway.
"Hi Lucius," Severus said after recovering and kicked the door shut. He was
about to walk past Lucius to the stairs, but the older wizard closed the distance
between them with a few determined steps and pushed Severus against the wall.
"Damn," Severus swore as he dropped his books, "Lucius what..." He stopped
abruptly when he saw Lucius's face. His expression was dark, sinister, and
predatory. He also noticed that Lucius was very close, leaving only inches
between them.
His heart fluttering like a caged bird, Severus slowly tried to move away, but
Lucius quickly grabbed his wrists, pinned them against the wall and caught his
lips in a possessive kiss.
Severus was stunned. Had someone sprinkled him with pheromones - very long-
lasting pheromones - that both Lucius Malfoy and Sirius Black, two very
beautiful men, were chasing him like a particularly delicious piece of prey? Had
Sirius Black conspired with Lucius Malfoy to drive him mad? But Lucius Malfoy
despised Gryffindors, certainly someone like Sirius Black was below his notice.
Lucius's lips travelled to his jaw, while he was slowly rubbing their groins
together. Severus gasped at the heat and friction. Suddenly it occurred to him
that it might be very embarrassing if Mill or Sebastian happened to come down
from their rooms.
"Our housemates," Severus gasped.
Lucius snickered slightly. "Do you want to invite them?"
"No!" Severus hissed angrily.
"They're not my type either." Lucius said, then took a very small step back, still
grasping Severus's wrists. He gave him a look of pure lust, then dragged an
unresisting Severus behind him into his room.
Severus had never been in Lucius's room before; it was the biggest in the house,
and it was lavished with luxury. Lucius greedily started peeling Severus's clothes
off while Severus was admiring the furniture: A huge, white wardrobe, a desk of
ebony, another ebony table, several leather armchairs, expensive curtains at the
windows, and a king-size four-poster bed. The carpet he was standing on was
thick and soft and warm. At the walls were richly carved candleholders with
black candles, which put the room into a soft golden light. Not even Snape's
room at his mother's house was that luxurious.
Lucius had removed his robes and was now ripping off his shirt with one jerk,
sending buttons flying through the room. Snape knew, he was rather thin, not
much to look at, but Lucius's fingers roamed his skin greedily and possessively.
Severus gaze travelled to the bed and he noticed with growing concern that on
the wall next to the bed was a rack displaying whips and handcuffs and some
things he could not even guess the use of.
Lucius obviously noticed his concerned gaze and whispered: "Don't worry, I
don't use them on first dates."
Minutes later he lay naked on the bed, a half-dressed Lucius on top of him.
Lucius, taking the lead in their coupling, was at least as dominant as Sirius Black,
and Severus found that the way Lucius was just taking what he wanted was an
incredible turn-on. It surprised and scared and aroused Severus when he lost all
control, writhing and screaming under Lucius's ministrations, filled by Lucius
hard cock moving in him in a powerful determined rhythm, filled by Lucius' hot,
pure semen.
Hours later, Severus fell asleep in Lucius bed, exhausted and satiated.
***
TBC