Disclaimer: They belong to JK Rowling, I just borrowed them, and they certainly are glad when I brought them back, because I'm a very sick person.
Ratings: NC-17
Pairing: Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin
Squicks: light torture, rape, and the dialogues are written in outdated English
This fic is part of the Roughside HP Slavefic Fuh-Q-Fest (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/roughside/ challenge number 54. Founderfic: tell us more about the dynamics between Godric, Helga, Salazar, and/or Rowena... (Amanuensis)
Summary: Why is it indirectly Godric Gryffindor's fault that Salazar Slytherin built the Chamber of Secrets?
And if it taketh a thousand years...
By Ratwoman
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Salazar's magical wards told him long before Godric knocked at his door that the other wizard was approaching. Salazar sighed. He was not in the mood for another argument with him.

"Come in," he called, not looking up from his book. Maybe Godric would leave when he refused to engage in any discussions with him.

Godric vigorously pushed open the door and marched in. Godric's outward appearance much agreed with his valiant character: he was tall, athletic, had thick brown hair that he used to wear in a pony- tail, and bright blue eyes in an even face.

"What is it, Godric?" Salazar asked softly, staring at the pages of his book without reading it.

"Didst thou make a decision?" Godric asked, no, demanded to know.

Salazar smiled. "I will stay."

Godric stepped closer until he was standing behind the other wizard.

"What art thou reading?" Judging from his voice he suspected it to be something about Dark Magic.

Salazar turned around and smiled his most unnerving, superior smile: "Words, words, words."

Godric smiled, not a sign of friendship, but of disdain.

"One of us hath to go." he said. "I told thee."

"Well," Salazar said, "Then thou must go." With these words he turned around and tried to concentrate on his book again.

"Thou leavest me no choice." he heard Godric say a second before something hard hit Salazar's head and the world turned black.

***

Noble goals required extreme measures. Thus Godric thought when he put away the paperweight he had knocked Salazar out with. Godric grasped Salazar by the black locks and pulled his head back. The dark wizard was not bad looking, slender, long black hair and pale skin, which made his plan a bit easier. He could not kill the wizard, because the women would not approve of that. But Salazar was a disturbance in the school of light they had founded, a parasite, a sickness that would infect the whole school with his black magic. Someone would have to stop him, and since Helga and Rowena were not willing to fight Salazar openly, Godric would have to do it.

Godric started to strip the unconscious man.

***

Salazar awoke from an aching pain in his arms. When he opened his eyes he saw Godric standing before him with a sinister smile. But he was not sitting at his desk anymore. Looking up and down his own body, he noticed that he was tied naked with his arms stretched above the head to some manacles at the ceiling. His feet were barely touching the ground so that he could hardly move.

"Godric," he hissed, his throat suddenly dry, "art thou out of thine mind?"

"I'm not mad." Godric answered. "I'm just the only one who hath the courage to do whatever is necessary to protect our school."

"And what hath tying me up to do with protecting Hogwarts?"

"Thou art a disgrace!" Godric hissed. "Thou teachest them the Dark Arts..."

"I told thee once and I'll tell thee twice," Salazar interrupted. "I carefully choose whome to teache the Dark Arts. I choose those who are responsible, those who are intelligent enough to understand that there is a high price to the Dark Arts and that they have to carefully weigh up whether there is not another way before they take use of their powers..."

Godric struck Salazar hard across the face. Salazar felt his lip split, watched drops of blood hitting the grey stone floor.

"And thou even spreadest racist propaganda..." Godric said darkly.

"For Gods sake, keepe your Muggle children!" Salazar screamed, "I already agreed that they may stay as long as __I__ don't have to teach them!" He really thought it difficult to teach children that came from a Muggle background. If Godric, Helga and Rowena insisted on teaching them, ok, he would not stop them, he just did not think it a good idea.

Salazar gasped when Godric punched him hard into the stomach.

***

Godric was overpowered by white burning rage and hit Salazar several times. Even now that bastard stood to his twisted arguments... But he was determined to make Salazar go, no matter at what costs. Godric drew a dagger, smirking when he saw the fear in Salazar's eyes. He had never known how powerful it made him feel to have someone at his mercy.

"Thou canst not kill me!" Salazar said, "Helga and Rowena..."

"I will not kill thee." Godric said, "and Helga and Rowena will never know. Because thou wilst never tell. Thou art too proud." His words were true, and Salazar knew it. Godric could well imagine how even the thought of telling Helga and Rowena that he had been tied up naked by Godric must disgust Salazar. Much less would he tell what Godric would do next.

***

Salazar watched with apprehension as Godric lowered the dagger and let it move over his stomach, not cutting his skin yet. The muscles in Salazar's stomach twitched nervously, while his mind was working incessantly. What more could he say to Godric to bring him back to reason? Was there any chance to reason with Godric Gryffindor at all? Was it better to challenge his bravery? Possibly it would just make it worse, but it was worth a try.

"What is thine problem, Godric?" Salazar asked softly: "Art thou afraid of the dark? Dost thou think if thou overcomest me, there will be nothing for thee to fear anymore?"

Godric's hand closed around Salazar's throat, pressing, squeezing. "I am not afraid of thee!" he hissed. "I despise thee!"

Salazar gasped for air, but the strong hand constricted his throat completely. Looking into Godric's furious face, he realised that challenging Godric's pride had not been a good idea. A very stupid idea, indeed.

When Godric finally released his throat, Salazar sucked in the air in long, painful gasps.

Godric now flipped his dagger repeatedly over Salazar's chest, leaving red stripes of pain on his skin. Then Godric let the tip of his dagger rest on Salazar's stomach as if gathering strength for his next task.

Salazar was gazing at Godric's face trying to read what he was planning next, while he felt little streams of blood flowing down his skin. So far, Godric had not hurt him badly, but Salazar had the feeling that this was just the beginning.

Then Godric slowly moved his dagger in a fluid movement over his abdomen, splitting his skin. Salazar bit back moans of pain and fear while he watched the blade moving on his stomach, drawing a red bow, then a small vertical line, then a horizontal one... The letter G?

Salazar coughed in surprise. "Thou accusest me for knowing the Dark Arts, and now thou usest blackest magic thyself?"

Godric smirked darkly. "Then thou knowest that spell? Thou knowest what it meaneth?"

Salazar swallowed hard. Not that he had ever used it... he preferred his mates willing. But this was the beginning of a sexual binding spell - not a permanent one, the effect would fade as soon as Salazar was 66,6 miles away from Godric. Which was exactly the reason why Godric had chosen that particular spell. Plus, maybe, that the ritual itself was rather painful for the victim.

With a gratifies smile Godric licked the blood off the dagger. Salazar watched him with growing horrors. Godric had his eyes closed, and looked as if he was eating some delicious dessert. Then he moved his fingers across the bloody G on Salazar's stomach, sending sparks of pain through his body. Salazar was like stunned when Godric raised his hand and painted a cross on Salazar's forehead, murmuring words in an ancient language. Then he stepped around Salazar, still murmuring the ancient rhyme.

Salazar gasped when he felt the dagger flick across his back, but he knew the worst was still ahead of him.

***

Godric gathered up some blood from Salazar's back, never stopping to murmur the ancient rhyme. That was essential for the success of his spell. Godric opened his trousers. He was already stone hard, which surprised him a bit, because he had never thought that this kind of power game would arouse him that much. Never stopping the rhyme, he lubricated his cock with Salazar's blood. Salazar's skin was pale, almost white as snow, and the red of the blood made an interesting contrast. Pretty, really. His gaze lowered to the globes of Salazar's buttock, and he smiled in anticipation. Firm, round, and pretty; hopefully it also was tight as hell. He gathered up a few more drops and inserted a finger, hearing Salazar whimper in pain and fear. A sense of power flew warmly through his veins.

Godric spend no more time spreading Salazar, but removed his finger and slammed in, even in the tight heat not forgetting to recite the required rhyme.

***

Salazar screamed in agony when something hard was drilled into him, deeper and deeper. Though the haze of pain and humiliation he heard Godric reciting the rhyme all through the act. After what seemed an eternity, Godric came, spilling his semen into him, defiling him. Godric withdrew and stepped around to face Salazar, smirking. Salazar wished he could hide the tears streaming down his face.

"The choice is thine, Salazar," Godric said, "either thou leavest or thou wilst be my slave." Godric grinned: "I would not mind anymore if thou chosest to stay." Then he grabbed Salazar by the head and kissed him, violently pushing his tongue into his mouth. It was not a kiss of affection, but one of establishing power and dominance. Then Godric stepped back laughing, and removed the chains holding Salazar with a flick of his wand.

Salazar fell to the floor, ashamed and vulnerated. He waited until Godric had left, then he howled in pain and rage.

***

The next morning when Salazar entered the Great Hall for breakfast, the others were already sitting at the Founder's table. Godric was smiling innocently at him and wished him a good morning. Salazar glared back darkly. If he only could kill him... but the spell Godric had put on him would not only force him to do anything sexual that Godric ordered, it also made it impossible for him to harm Godric. There really was just one way out.

"I will leave." Salazar suddenly said.

"Oh," Rowena actually looked dissapointed.

"Why?" Helga asked. "Is it because we want to teache the Muggle-borne children?"

Salazar smiled sardonically. "That is a part of the reason."

Rowena really looked sad now. "I am sorry to hear that thou goest. I enjoyed working with thee."

"I enjoyed working with thee, too." Salazar said. It was true, he and Rowena always had understood each other quite well.

"When wilst thou leave?" Godric asked.

"In two or three weeks time." Salazar replied. "I will need that long to pack all my belongings."

Well, not really. But he had to prepare a going-away present for Godric.

***

Later that day, Salazar was lying in the forbidden forest, snakes sneaking up and over his body as if trying to cuddle up with him. He had found out early in his life that he could speak parseltongue, and that snakes instinctively seemed to love him. Soon snakes had become his closest trustees, the only creatures he could tell all his sorrows.

"We're ssso sssorry for what Gryffindor did to thee." A female snake, the word leader of the group, hissed, "Iss there sssomething we can do for thee?"

"Bring me a bassilissk." Salazar hissed enjoying the soothing feeling of scaled snake skin pressing against his own.

A group of snakes instantly left and sneaked into the woods.

Salazar closed his eyes and allowed the remaining snakes to entwine around his limps. He kept his eyes closed when half an hour later he heard something big sliding through the forest.

"Sssalazzar?" the Basilisk hissed. "Thou callesst for me?"

"I need thy help." Salazar replied.

***

After talking through the details of his plan with the basilisk, Salazar returned to the castle. They had agreed that he would call for the snake with the deadly gaze again when he had prepared everything.

Godric was standing at the entrance of the castle, leaning against a column, arms crossed.

"Where hast thou been, Salazar? Taking a walk in the forest?"

"That is none of thine businesse, Godric." Salazar replied.

"Suck my cock." Godric suddenly said.

Salazar stared at him, fighting the urge to drop to his knees and do what he was told.

"I already agreed to leave. What more dost thou want?"

"To remind thee of what thou wilst get if thou stayest." Godric grinned.

Salazar looked around nervously, seeing students walking nearby. "Not here!" he said pleadingly.

Godric nodded his head and made a sign for Salazar to follow him. Salazar's legs seemed to move against his will.

Godric led him into an empty storeroom. "Now do it!" he ordered.

Salazar automatically dropped to his knees and opened Godric's trousers, taking out his already semi-erect cock. Godric really seemed to be turned on by the power he had over the other wizard.

Salazar felt disgusted, and ashamed, but something forced him to move closer, and closer, and to take the flesh between his lips, to move his tongue along it, to suck it in, to suck and lick, take it deep despite his urge to gag.

He heard Godric groan in pleasure, felt his fingers in his hair, felt the unwelcome cock gliding down his throat, thrusting deeper, and deeper. He wanted to puke when Godric came, the warm fluid flowing down his throat, the distasteful taste on his tongue.

Salazar spit as soon as Godric withdrew his now limp cock.

"Well done, Salazar." Godric said. "I will immensely enjoy thine last weeks at Hogwarts!"

Hatred flew through Salazar's veins like liquid fire. He used the fire to fuel his wish for revenge. It was difficult but he would succeed. He had to.

***

Godric looked with slight regret at the slender body spread out on the bed beside him. Salazar had said he would leave within two or three weeks, and one week had already passed. He could get used to having a slave.

Godric moved his fingers over Salazar's chest, down to his flat abdomen, tracing the red lines of the letter G that meant that Salazar Slytherin's body was his property now. Salazar was staring at the ceiling, the only sign of emotion the despair in his eyes, apathetically letting Godric take whatever he wanted.

A sense of power overtook Godric and flowed to his head, and he bent down and licked along Salazar's chest, flicking a nipple. Salazar Slytherin, of course, deserved his fate. He was a dark wizard, evil, infectious. One had either to control him or to keep him away from the children. Godric was quite proud on himself that he had found a way to chase Salazar away, inflict pain and humiliation on him (he needed that, as a lesson), and at the same time to prevent Salazar on harming him. How must it be for Salazar to know that he could neither physically nor with a curse hurt Godric, as the binding spell prevented that?

***

Salazar looked around in the chamber he had built by magical means. It was a long, dimly lit chamber, held up by stone pillars. His sense for aestheticism, however had encouraged him to add unnecessaries like carved serpents on the pillars.

Then he heard the slithering sound of scales gliding on the stone floor. The basilisk had found his way through the pipelines. The giant snake stopped next to Salazar, pushing his head trustingly into his hand.

Salazar patted the basilisk's head, carefully avoiding to look at him.

"Thou knowest what to do?" he asked.

"Kill them!" the basilisk answered. "Kill all Mudbloods!"

Salazar smiled. Kill all of Godric's darlings.

"Now sleep!" he whispered, and the giant snake fell into a deep slumber of which he would only be awakened by Salazar's heir, no matter how much time past.

Salazar turned around and walked out of the chamber. At the entrance Salazar drew a dagger, cut a wound into his forearm and sealed the gate with his own blood. Now it could only be opened by someone who had the same blood flowing through his veins.

He knew, one day he would have to pay for using black magic. But it was worth it, if only he got his revenge.

***

Salazar, Helga, Rowena and Godric were standing in the yard, waiting for the Pegasi carriage Salazar had ordered.

"So, then.." Rowena seemed to be out of words. "It was a pleasure to work with thee."

Salazar smiled slightly. "Indeed, Rowena." Rowena had even given a going-away party for him last night. He had been impressed.

He could see the carriage flying towards them now, sinking lower and lower. Salazar turned around, in perfect gentleman-manner kissing Helga's and Rowena's hands. Then, turning to Godric, he said: "I left a gift for thee."

Godric's eyebrows tightened in distrust: "A gift?"

"A going-away present." Salazar showed his teeth in a bright smile. "But I'm afraid thou wilst not find it."

The carriage with the Pegasi landed and Salazar ordered the driver to load in his trunks, then turned back to Godric. "During the last two weeks I build a chamber, I call it the chamber of secrets, because it was built in memoria of that little dark secret we share." He was dimly aware that the witches were looking at them in utter confusion, but he was much more interested in the way Godric paled in apprehension. "The chamber can only be found and opened by someone who hath the same blood as I flowing through his veins, mine heir if thou wilst. Once the chamber is opened it wilt release a monster that wilt slay all thine favoured little Mudbloods!"

Godric gasped and took a step back.

Rowena and Helga were staring at Salazar in shock.

"WHY?" Helga finally called.

"Ask Godric," Salazar said, "he knoweth."

The witches looked in confusion and growing distrust at Godric. Salazar smiled in satisfaction. If he had also sowed distrust between them, the better.

Still smiling, he said to Godric: "And if it taketh a thousand years, I will be revenged."

With these words he turned around and mounted the carriage.

***

Finis

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