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
Category: Darkfic, Drama/Angst, Humour
Note: The name Bartholomeus Scarabeus Peingebreck is stolen from
Samsas Traum
Thanks to hainuwele for beta-reading
Summary: Snape's time at university, when he meets Lucius Malfoy, Lord
Voldemort and other nice fellows
Highway to hell, Chapter Eight: The Point of No Return
By Ratwoman
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"Alone and cold, face to the crack
Beyond dark gates with no way back
His crown of gold faded to black
like a bruise upon the heart that lingers"
Cradle of Filth, An Enemy led the Tempest
On Saturday evening Lucius brought Severus to the Lord's lodging. They did not
see the Dark Lord when they arrived in the castle that was hidden and protected
by so many spells that only the Death Eaters knew where it was, and even they
only remembered the place when they were called to it.
Lucius led Severus through some empty halls into a huge bathroom with several
bathtubs. Two of them were filled, in one of which Bellatrix Black was sitting.
"You are to take a ritual cleansing bath before the initiation." Lucius said.
Severus awkwardly got out of his clothes, aware that Bellatrix was watching from
her tub.
"Is she to be initiated today, too?" he asked.
Lucius nodded.
Severus climbed into the other tub. The water was warm, almost hot, and
scented with patchouli.
Severus dove, wondering what his new life as a Death Eater would bring him?
Was he ready? He hardly knew what being a Death Eater meant. Did it change
much in one's life? For the better? For the worse?
Severus came up and waited until he and Bellatrix were told to get out of the
water. Lucius gave him some snow-white robes to wear, which surprised him,
because he had expected black. But maybe he would only be given his cloak,
gloves and mask after the ceremony.
Severus cast a glance at Bellatrix. She didn't look nervous at all, rather eager,
almost impatient. He wished he was as confident; but his heart was fluttering like
a caged bird. He hoped no one would notice his nervousness.
Severus and Bellatrix followed Lucius and a few other masked Death Eaters
downstairs into a round room. It was illuminated by torches round the walls and
several dark clad figures were standing between them. In the middle of the room
was a stone altar and a few doors were leading away. Lord Voldemort entered
through one of them, and Severus's heart beat even faster than before. He still
had that fascinating air, those elegant gestures and his voice... Severus hardly
listened to what he said when he welcomed the assembled Death Eaters.
"Today, we have the pleasure of welcoming two new members to our family." he
said, smiling at Bellatrix and Severus. Severus could hardly raise his eyes to look
at him. "When the ceremony is over, you will be a part of our circle forever, we
will be your new family, and your loyalties will be foremost and only to us. Are
you sure you want to be one of ours?"
"Yes, I will." Bellatrix said firmly.
"Yes," Severus repeated. There was no way back.
Lord Voldemort smiled and ordered two Death Eaters to bring in their other
guest. They left through a door and soon re-entered, dragging along with them a
man of about fifty, black hair, square face. They forced him to kneel on a bench
before the Dark Lord.
Severus's eyes widened. It was Batholomeus Scarabeus Peingebreck.
"The heir of Faustus," Voldemort said in a contemplating voice, raising
Peingebreck's chin with his fingers. Severus could see that he looked pale,
sedated, but from behind fear was shining through.
"Your blood will be excellent, I believe." Voldemort beckoned to two more
Death Eaters, who instantly stirred, one of them bringing Voldemort a dagger and
a silver cup, the other gripping Peingebreck's hair and pulling his head back to
expose his throat.
Severus suppressed a shudder when Voldemort slashed Peingebreck's throat,
holding the cup beneath it to catch up the blood. Peingebreck was making
gurgling noises when the blood splashed out and flowed into the silver cup. After
a short while Voldemort murmured some words and the wound at Peingebreck's
throat closed miraculously.
Voldemort stepped back and Severus could see that Bartholomeus Peingebreck
was still breathing heavily, but that he was extremely pale and looked as if he
would faint any second.
Voldemort took some herbs Severus did not recognise out of a pocket, dropped
them into the cup and hissed some words, whereupon the cup started to smoke.
Then he gazed at the candidates and said: "Ladies first."
Bellatrix stepped forwards and slipped out of her white robes, exposing a
perfectly formed body, then lay down on the altar. Lord Voldemort sat down at
her side and dipped a long thin needle into the cup with Bartholomeus's blood
and the herbs. Then he started cutting lines into the skin of Bellatrix's forearm,
hissing words in a language Severus could not understand.
It had the strangest effect on Bellatrix. She was moaning and writhing, but not
from pain. This rather seemed to give her the utmost sexual pleasure, her moans
got louder with each cut, her writhing movements got wilder and wilder. With the
last cut she arched off the altar and screamed as if in orgasm.
Lord Voldemort took a step back and told Bellatrix to stand up. She was
shivering, looking dishevelled. Down her arm a mixture of her own and
Bartholomeus Peingebreck's blood was flowing. The herbs must have done
something to it to colour it black.
Two Death Eaters stepped forward and helped Bellatrix into a black cloak,
handing her the mask and gloves as well.
Lord Voldemort turned back to Peingebreck. Some Death Eater helpfully pulled
his head back by the hair. He was still conscious, though he looked very weak.
Without a further word, Voldemort slashed his throat again and caught some
more blood in the silver cup.
Severus tried not to be sickened by the view or by the gurgling sounds. There
was a man dying, and all because of him - Severus already regretted that he had
wanted to join. If he protested now... he knew not even Lucius could save him
then.
Lord Voldemort did not close Peingebreck's wound this time but left him sinking
to the ground, still bleeding, when he turned to Severus.
"Your turn!" he said.
Severus started and stepped forward, slipping out of his white robes. He was
well aware that he was not as nice to look at as Bellatrix and hurriedly lay down
on the altar. Voldemort put the same herbs into the cup and sat down next to
Severus. Severus's heart was beating in his throat and he avoided to look at
Voldemort. The first sting on his skin was slightly painful, but then a wave of
pleasure seemed to proceed from his forearm through his whole body. Severus
gasped, but even more intense pleasure followed with the next cut, running
through every fibre of his body. When Voldemort paused to dip the needle in the
cup, Severus was already eager for him to go on. Each cut, each sting sent more
and more intense sparks of pleasure through his body, and without noticing he
moaned and writhed just as shamelessly as Bellatrix had done before.
Severus was carried higher and higher on waves of pure bliss, and without even
realising that he had grown hard he came, splattering his cum all over his chest.
It was the same moment Voldemort had finished the Dark Mark.
"Rise," the Lord ordered.
Severus shakily obeyed, feeling wrung out. Then he was helped into a black
cloak and given gloves and the mask.
Severus looked around in confusion. Could it really be that he was a Death Eater
now? His heart was flowing over with disbelieving joy and for a moment he
forgot all his earlier scruples. Then his gaze fell to Peingebreck's limp body on
the floor.
"Dispose of the corpse." Lord Voldemort told the Death Eaters who had brought
him in. They took the body by the arms and dragged it out of the room, leaving
only a trail of blood behind.
***
Later that night Mill and Sebastian and Lucius decided that they had to drag
Severus to a party to celebrate his initiation. Severus was still quite confused, did
not really know whether he was thrilled or scared by being a Death Eater now,
but he came along.
They went to a punkrock club that was frequented more by wizards from
university than by Muggles (though Lucius offered to celebrate with a bit of
Muggle torture, the others were in the mood for a more conventional party).
Sirius Black and his thricedamned friends were there, too. Sirius spotted Severus
and smirked at him, probably planning one of his stupid "attacks". Severus
smiled mockingly back then looked the other way. If Black knew...
The club was noisy but dark, actually one of the few clubs Severus did not find
abhorrent. But what was best about the party was that he was there with his
friends, his new family... for the first time in his life he felt like he belonged
somewhere.
After a short while, Lucius took Severus by the arm and dragged him to a dark
part of the club, separated from the dance floor by a lattice, where tables and
benches were standing. Lucius sat down and made Severus sit in front of him so
that his back was pressed against Lucius's chest. Not minding the people sitting
at the other tables, Severus leaned back, closed his eyes and let Lucius nibble at
his neck.
Soon Lucius's hands moved underneath his clothes, fingernails raking across his
stomach in that exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. Severus moaned and
rubbed his arse against Lucius's cock, which he could feel trough his trousers.
He did not mind that people who were walking past them could see them, the
world was completely blanked out of his mind. He only felt Lucius's caresses,
Lucius's lips kissing the side of his face.
When Severus felt Lucius's fingers at his lips, he opened them and took his
thumb in, sucking it in an imitation of a blow-job. Lucius obviously found this
quite erotic, because he started whispering stupid endearments.
Severus opened his eyes and that moment he saw the Marauders passing them
by. Potter blushed, Lily Evans smiled and looked the other way. Pettigrew
looked at them with an odd mixture of disgust and envy, while Lupin smirked at
Black. Black, on the other hand looked furious. Obviously he did not think
Severus deserved to have some fun.
Severus moved his lips suggestively up and down Lucius's thumb, keeping his
eyes on the Maurauders until they were out of sight. Shocking them was
enormously satisfactory.
***
TBC