For all Joy wants Eternity

Title: For all Joy wants Eternity
Pairing: SS/V, SS/RL
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um...do I need warnings here ;o)? But there will
be death of character in the end, so please be
prepared.
Disc: I don\'t make money of this. I know I don\'t own nothing. It\'s just so damn difficult
to keep my hands off of them...


For all Joy wants Eternity

Chapter 1


Inwardly, he was shaking violently down to the very core
of his soul.

It had begun as a faint shivering he had felt at the bottom
of his stomach about two hours ago, when he had
first stepped inside the low, stone-walled room he had been
ordered to, finding everything as he was told he would. With
every minute he had spent in the wet darkness of the former
wine-cellar, all of his intellectual concentration focussed on the
task at hand, the emotional rebellion inside of him had become
stronger and stronger. He didn\'t know what he had expected,
for this had been a first time for him, but surely not the
waves of terror thundering against his ribcage with every single
one of the countless, pain-stained screams, nor the throttling
tightness in his throat that grew with every frantic plea, nor the
heat of exploding nausea which had flooded his body after he
had realized that the screams and pleas had at last vanished
forever.

That he had made them vanish.

Forever.

Nothing of the terror he felt showed in the proud way he now
carried himself, though, or on his face that had fled once again
behind the marble-statue mask he confronted the world with
most of the time, now strangely illuminated by four weakly
flaring torches. There was not the slightest flicker of doubt
or uncertainty in the pitch black orbs that were his eyes.
He had been summoned to meet his Master in this semi-dark
room on the first floor right after it all had been over, and it
simply wouldn\'t do to give his crashing emotions away by
any outward signs. He didn\'t intend to destroy all of his
Master\'s approval now, that he had struggled so hard for during
the past months. Displaying the disgust and terror he felt this
very moment, revealing the dawning shock in the face
of what he had just done would be equivalent to stamping on
the excellent reputation he had gained by now.

Had he known what this night still had in store for him,
what was about to be initiated in this very room not too
long from now, his awareness would have refocused
from the image of the mangled corpse of the witch he had
just tortured to death to sheerest fear for his own body,
heart, soul and sanity.

But blessed with ignorance as he was, he continued to
innocently wait for the man he had dedicated his life to -
and his death, if ever necessary. The finality of his
decision to accept all of the consequences that could
possibly follow joining Voldemort - in his eyes the most
powerful, admirable,ressressive and charismatic wizard in
the world - was silently screaming from his left forearm.
For a year and a half now, the skull and snake were
hurling their challenge to that part of the wizarding world that
was too weak to seek power. Though the Mark was hidden
by the sleeves of his robes most of the time, the simple
knowledge of its existence had been enough to fill him with
a previously unknown confidence, ever since he had received the
sign that branded him *His*. When he had felt the first stings
of searing pain in his arm that night, it had seemed to him as if he
was glowing with the unrestricted self-abandon he wanted to
serve his Master with. There had been nothing he had wanted
more. He couldn’t explain what it was exactly that drew him to
the Dark Lord, though he had tried so many times to search for
the reason why he was so very powerfully attracted to this man.
All those attempts had been in vain, and by now he had
accepted that some truths didn’t need reasons. It was the one
verity of his life: he belonged to his Master, and who needed
explanations for this awareness that shone inside him like a
hidden star?

And now, most annoyingly, there was something else growing
within him, weak and trembling compared to the unshakeable
devotion to his Lord, but still it was there. An aggravating,
pathetic creation of his own mind, that obviously was not yet as
strong as he wanted it to be. He was honest enough to
recognize those fuzzy feelings were the result of the events of the
past hours - and he detested his subconscious for the weakness
it apparently still hadn\'t overcome. How would he ever be
able to serve his master well, to belong to him with every
fibre of his being, to be nothing but the efficient tool to do
his will that he craved to be, if he was not even able to get those
screams out of his head?

Drawing a deep breath to calm the shivering inside, he
closed his eyes very deliberately and tried to concentrate
on the fulfilment he usually found in the knowledge of
belonging to *Him*. His right hand slowly pulled up the
left sleeve of his blood-stained robes and came to rest on
the part of his skin that bore his destiny. With slightly
parted lips and eyes still closed, he evoked the most
familiar image from underneath the gentle touch of his
fingers to his inner view. But the calmness and
self-assurance he waited for was a long time in coming,
and even though the desperate voice of the first person
he had ever killed pulsed much softer through his body
with the beating of his heart than it had before, it was nonetheless
still there.

\"You appear to be a little confused for some reason, my
lovely Snow White.\"

Severus Snape\'s eyes flew open to find himself face to face
with his amusedly smiling Master. The young Death Eater had
almost grown accustomed to Voldemort\'s habit of simply
appearing soundlessly out of nowhere. Almost. The sudden
confrontations with his Lord still threw him slightly off
the track most of the time, though, and even more so right now
since he had been totally self-absorbed.

His Master didn\'t leave him any time to regain his composure
either. Taking one step forward, so the warm breath carrying his
whisper seemed to lick over Severus\'s cheek, Voldemort’s voice,
unusually soft, filled the room once more.

\"Why do I have the feeling that I will be able to help you
with your troubled mind...\"

Five cool fingertips came to rest on the back of Severus\'s
hand which still covered the Dark Mark on his forearm. With
maddening slowness, they glided forward until each of them
had found the corresponding finger underneath to
follow caressingly to its end. Voldemort’s hand finally
came down to completely cover that of his young servant to
the sound of a barely audible, trembling sigh escaping
from Severus\'s parted lips,.

It took effect immediately. From the part of his body that
was entrapped between Voldemort\'s flesh and his magical
brand, Severus could feel all of his self-assurance building
again and flooding his entire being. His guts that had mere
moments earlier still shivered with disgusted shock, given
what he had just done, came to rest and the annoying
screams pulsing through his veins were abruptly silenced.
All that was left now was the certainty of being right where
and with whom he was supposed to be.

Sheerest awe, gratitude and relief dawned in Severus\'s
gaze that was still held firmly by the unblinking red eyes of
his master. This hypnotic glance did one more thing to
leave the newly-made killer in front of Voldemort retain no
conscious doubts or scruples at all to ponder on anymore.
Cocking his head lazily, the Dark Lord let his smile deepen.

\"Tell me if you\'re feeling better now, Severus.\"

The younger Slytherin knew much better than to take this
question as a rhetorical one. The weakness that had attacked
him after the worthless Mudblood had died at his hands had
registered, and that he had not been able to banish those
pathetic emotions by himself was nothing his Master would
take lightly. Fighting the throttling feeling of having his
Lord disappointed, and still very aware of the ongoing
physical contact between Voldemort and himself, Severus
closed his eyes again to search seriously for any remains
of the sense of guilt that had been about to build inside of him.
Not until he was absolutely sure about his feelings did he
look at his master again, who was patiently waiting for his
servant\'s answer. Still smiling lasciviously. Still covering
Severus\'s hand with his own.

\"I\'m feeling perfectly well, my Lord.\" Severus was not
proud at all of the steadiness of his voice - to him, this
was something natural; he had soon learned not to talk to his
Lord without being in total control of his speech. A Death
Eater did not insult Lord Voldemort by addressing him with
the shaky stammering that was saved for undignified
Mudblood weaklings, ridicilous Aurors and all the others
that had to face the Dark Lord in the knowledge of their
certain death...

If anything, Voldemort\'s gaze grew even more intense, and
the breath of his soft voice caressed the pale face of his
servant.

\"It\'s a real joy to hear that.\"

Severus could feel the hand covering his own lifting, the
light touch of fingers taking the same way back that they had
come from. He didn\'t even try to keep the disappointment
he felt at the loss of this touch from creeping into his eyes,
and maybe this was what earned him another smile from his
Master, before Voldemort swept past his young Death Eater
with one gliding movement to slowly, soundlessly pace
behind Severus\'s back.

Who knew that all he could do was wait, totally at the mercy
of any punishment for his weakness that might take him by
surprise any time now. Desperately banishing visions of
Voldemort having drawn his wand from his mind, Severus
struggled to force himself to keep his eyes on the darkness
beyond the two torches in front of him. The urge to turn
around and achieve certain knowledge about what was
happening behind his back threatened to overwhelm
him - yet he knew that this was exactly what he must not
do, no matter how unbearable the uncertainty, the chilling fear
and the complementary tension inside of him might become. No
matter for how long he would have to stand here, facing this
cold, blank stone wall, fighting the panic which squeezed his
heart tighter with every second that he didn\'t know what was the
next thing to happen, which curse was about to hit him, not
even sure if Voldemort was still with him in this room or...

\"I have to admit that I\'m most pleasantly surprised, if not to
say *impressed*, my dear Severus.\"

The Death Eater involuntarily flinched at the sudden sound
of Voldemort\'s voice from behind his left where his Master
had to be standing. What had he just said? Pleasantly
surprised? *Impressed*? But before Severus had recovered
enough to think further about those words, Voldemort
continued speaking.

\"To my absolute delight, because I\'ve already had a
feeling that it would be so, the strength and determination
you showed tonight was of a kind that one is extremely
lucky to find in a human - even if it might be the model
Slytherin you are.\"

The hypnotic voice had drifted from left to right and back
again, coming to a halt at one of Severus\'s ears on the last
words. The young man had to hold his breath, afraid the
sounds of his ragged in- and exhaling probably would keep
him from perceiving every single syllable of the unbelievable
things his Master was telling him.

\"Do you know what I\'m talking about, sweet Snow White?\"

Again, Severus took this as the serious question he knew
it was meant to be. Swallowing hard and searching for the
composure to speak, he could already feel the answer
pressing upon his tongue and lips, but it took him another
moment to finally be ready.

\"Forgive me, my Lord, but I\'m afraid I don\'t.\"

A soft chuckle from behind his right, then close to his left ear,
\"And why, my totally oblivious Death Eater, do you
suppose that is so?\"

Severus felt his heartbeat slightly accelerating. Never
before had there been a conversation like this between
Voldemort and himself. So far, he had always been quick to
find out what his Master was up to, what he expected
from him and how he could best comply with his instructions.
Now for the first time since he had joined the Dark Lord,
he really *was* a totally oblivious Death Eater, and the
feeling of utter helplessness that grew in the face of
this situation was something Severus found most alarming.

But be that as it may, his Lord had asked him a question,
and even if he didn\'t understand the sense of all of this yet,
an answer, honest and open as usual, was the only way of
dealing with the mess he and his weak subconscious had
gotten himself into.

\"My Lord, this is because I don\'t see which aspects of my
behaviour this night might deserve to be connected
with something like \'strength\' or \'determination\'.\"

Severus was not able to see the almost loving smile
playing around Voldemort\'s mouth.

\"Do you question my competence to judge what you\'ve shown
me tonight, Severus?\"

Oh, this was not good at all! Biting down hard on his lower
lip, Severus struggled for an appropriate reply, racking
his annoyingly uncooperative brain to find a possibility to
avoid getting himself even deeper into trouble, without
offending Voldemort again at the same time.

\"I don\'t question anything but my own capability to
comprehend your benevolence concerning the more than
questionable performance you had to see from me tonight,
my Lord.\"

This time, the young Death Eater could actually hear his
Master\'s soft laugh that was brushing the nape of his neck.

\"My dear Severus, I honestly wonder against what your never
failing eloquence will one day have to capitulate.\"

Voldemort continued chuckling for some moments, giving
Severus some time to relax a little.

\"So lets see if I can scratch a bit at this admirable
composure of yours, my sweet Snow White.\"

Severus felt two hands sinking down on his shoulders, two
thumbs which slowly started circling at the base of his neck,
sending small shivers down his spine. A strange kind of
exitement woke somewhere inside of him, a sensation he knew,
something he had felt before, and only once before...

\"The reason for my delight concerning you, Severus...\" The
thumbs that continued massaging the young Death Eater\'s
shoulder blades were joined by two fingers that gradually
made their teasing way up both sides of Severus\'s neck.
\"...are you interested in what it is?\"

It took the young Slytherin several moments to master his
voice, moments that seemed like minutes to him, moments that
exposed him even longer to those maddening touches, to the
confused pleasure he felt and that kept him from being in the
usual control of his thoughts - and his voice.

\"Yes, my Lord, I...if you\'d share your thoughts with me...\"

Voldemort\'s touches left two winding traces of burning,
tickling sensation as his fingers slid back down the neck
they were caressing. Severus could feel how his long hair
was parted and brushed aside, how the warm, slightly moist
breath from his master\'s mouth made him shiver as Voldemort
gently breathed up the cervical vertebrae of his servant. The Death
Eater was not able to hold back the shaky hiss he inhaled on,
nor the slight swaying of his body; always more than aware
that all it would take was a small movement backwards, and
this mouth would actually touch his skin...

\"It wasn\'t the reliable way you rid the world of another
worthless Mudblood-soul, nor the punctuality with which
you showed up here in this room after. It wasn\'t your
distress in the face of your doubts and your sense of
guilt, and it wasn\'t your very brave struggle against them.\"

Small puffs of air now brushed Severus\'s right ear with every
word. He found it extremely difficult to concentrate on what the
Dark Lord was saying. Most of the young man\'s awareness
was focussed on the reactions of his helpless body to
the touch of Voldemort’s fingers and breath.

\"You have to understand, my dear Severus, that I had to be
sure. I had to be very sure, regarding what I have in mind
for you. I had to be sure of your unconditional devotion and
trust, and even though I knew you wouldn\'t disappoint me, this
last test was necessary. And let me tell you that you passed it
most successfully! Despite - or because - of those not very
long lasting doubts that the little task tonight was supposed
to raise in you, you were still willing and able to open yourself
up for me completely.\"

Breath, fingers, thumbs and finally hands withdrew, and to
Severus, this sudden absence felt almost as intense as the
physical contact had before. He could sense a movement
behind him, a certain change in the air, and then Voldemort
entered Severus\'s visual field one more time, gliding further
until servant and master were facing each other again. The
younger Slytherin was caught in another burning red stare,
and for a heartbeat there was nothing else existing in his
universe but those absorbing eyes. Then the Dark Lord
spoke again.

\"Despite your troubled mind, which you knew you owed to me
and my orders, you still accepted my touch, still trusted me
enough to allow me to enter your mind and soul, you still
craved the serenity and reassurance you know only I can grant
you.\"

Taking one step back and slightly tilting his head, Voldemort
let his scrutinizing stare drill even deeper into his Death
Eater\'s eyes, captivating all of his servant\'s being now.
Severus drowned in the focus of his master\'s attention. He
wasn\'t aware anymore of his totally deserted mouth or his
slightly shaking hands. He did not know about the sweat
shimmering on his brow and throat, or that every muscle of
his body had tensed and was on the edge of cramping. When
his tongue quickly darted out to wet his dry lips, he even
missed the content smile this unconscious gesture gave rise
to on Voldemort’s face.

\"And I\'m sure all you can think about right now is the
question why I needed this final certainty about your total
commitment to the one you once pledged all of your loyality
to.\"

Severus could only manage a single, barely noticable nod
and was answered in a voice that seemed to slash his brain
with every single, painfully clearly accentuated word, bright
and crystalline like the audible tinkling of pieces of broken glass.

\"Because I want more from you than all of your loyality.\"

The perfect silence that followed emphasized each syllable.

Voldemort took one more step away from the paralyzed young
man in front of him. His voice became very gentle one more
time, and his words were accompanied by one of the smiles
almost never seen by his underlings

\"Tell me, my sharp-witted Slytherin, do you have any idea what
I\'m talking about?\"

This time, it wasn’t just his disobedient voice that Severus
had to struggle with. Even though the absolute confusion that
had seized him earlier was now slowly ebbing away - since
Voldemort wasn\'t actually touching him anymore, Severus’s
mind had more or less gone back to work - his Master\'s last
question was still cryptic to him. What more could there
possibly be that he could give to the Dark Lord, aside from what
he had sworn to some years ago? Helplessness and desperation
seemed to strangle him as he frantically searched for answers.
What more? What else...? Or did Voldemort perhaps doubt
Severus\'s complete devotion?

Hit by this thought, Severus couldn\'t hold back anymore.

\"My Lord, you...let me assure you that you have...that you
already have all of me. My loyality, my commitment, my
faithfulness. All...all of my ambition and determination are
targeted at your...at your plans and purposes, my Lord. I
want...I mean, this...this is all there is to take, there is nothing
else, this is all I am! All I am I put down at your feet, my
Lord!\"

With a soft chuckle Voldemort slowly moved away even further
from the young Death Eater, and amusement colored his words
when he spoke again.

\"If you only knew how very touching you are in your naive
ignorance, Severus. So very sweet and most appealing in your
unsuspecting innocence...\"

The Dark Lord was almost completely hidden now in the darkness
gathering beyond the flickering torches that dimly lit the room.

\"I\'m totally aware of your absolute compliance with all that the
Dark Mark could ever demand from you, my loyal Death Eater.
From the very moment you received it, I could feel how you were
completely absorbed in all it represents. As far as your joining
my cause and supporting my goals with all that you can give is
concerned, there\'s indeed nothing more you could offer me.\"

Relief eased Severus\'s body and flooded his mind that still swam
a little with confusion. So at least it was not his loyality that was
questioned here; he was not in the doghouse after all - but what
*was* all this about, if not...

\"You\'re wrong about one thing though, Severus.\"

Painfull tension abruptly grabbed for all of the yound man\'s
being again.

\"Contrary to your own belief, you are *much* more than the total
of your Slytherin attributes. So much more...\" The Darkness
radiating from the room\'s walls had completely swallowed
Voldemort by now. \"Usually, my faithful servant, this
additional...*feature* of my inferiors is not of any interest to me
at all. So far, none of my Death Eaters was worth being
searched for more than what I generally seek: an impressionable
volition, combined with acceptable magical skills and unlimited
ambition - and in liaison with a strong belief in the superiority of
the Pure-bloods, this makes all of a Death Eater that I need.”

There was no use in scanning the floating black shadows for any
sign of his master who had become one with the dense, dark
thickness that encircled Severus, only held back by the
unsteady flames from the torches. For the second time this
evening, all he could do was rely on his ears as he desperately
tried to banish the gnawing nervousness from his awareness
and to focus on Voldemort\'s now very low whispering.

\"You are different, Severus. You are not like them. Your devotion
to the Dark Mark - to me - comes along with pride and an
unshakable will power. At first sight, this might seem like an
inconsistent antagonism...but in your case, this is not so. Your
commitment is strong enough to hold your proud soul at bay, and
at the same time, the force of your pride will never give in and get
crushed under the weight of your unconditional devotion. You
don\'t give up one in favor of the other, but stick equally strongly to
both - a very admirable ability that you impressively demonstrated
once more tonight.

\"I already knew you were worth this second glance nobody else in
my service had deserved so far, but after this evening, Severus,
I\'m absolutely positive. After this evening, what I already have
from you is not enough anymore. Not only is there more you can
*give*, but there is so much more that I *want*. More than the
bond tark ark Mark unites us with. More than your exceptional
magical skills. More than your current devotion that is as yet
confined to loyality .\"

The air was thick with those aspirated words that seemed to echo
from the stone walls like reflected curses. It seemed to Severus
that they swirled around him, spiralling towards his body that
still stood in the centre of the room, motionless, waiting for
those verbal projectiles to hit him. Heat had taken over, and
his entire body burned with a strange mixture of proud joy - and
the inexplicable fear of having to hear more of his Master\'s
speech. What in the name of all Banshees was wrong with him?
He should feel nothing but honored; this was one of the very rare
occasions of receiving praise from the Dark Lord...praise like
*that*! The disapproval of his master\'s words whispering in the
back of his head nonetheless was something Severus didn\'t
understand at all, and that annoyed him deeply. He would *not*
give in to that infuriating feeling inside he couldn\'t even identify
properly. All he knew was that this misty emotion was just as
unwelcome as his sense of guilt had been earlier this evening.
And that it was time to fight it. Time to get rid of it it. Time
to take action.

\"My Lord, if there is another way to prove my faithfulness, I am
more than willing to take it.\" Furiously cursing the nebulous,
contradicting protests in his head, Severus went on, very
content about his regained control over his voice. \"I can\'t
begin to express how very embarrassed I am by my Lord\'s
benevolence - and whatever it might be that could deepen the
bond I am already allowed to share with you, I will most
willingly consent to it. Whatever I haven\'t yet dedicated to
you, my Lord, I will more than happily give, if my Lord will be
so gracious as to tell me what it might be.\"

Silence. Darkness. And flames. Then The Dark Lord\'s voice:

\"The shrine that gives shelter to that astonishing soul of
yours. The wrapping of the unbelievable gift that you are.
The flesh and skin that unclaimedly embrace what is already
mine.\"

A powerful shudder ran down the young Death Eater\'s spine.
But just as the still blurred and unnerving protest in the back
of his head was about to report back, his iron determination
and unconditional commitment were victorious once more,
hoiceoice as steady as ever.

\"Yes, my Lord.\"

\"Your body.\"

\"Yes, my Lord.\"

\"I want your body, Severus.\"

\"Yes, my Lord!\"

\"Irrevocably, unalterably, absolutely, as I own your soul.\"

\"Yes, my Lord...\"

\"Do you know what that means?\"

\"Yes, my Lord.\"

For some maddening moments, Severus saw and heard
nothing but the shivering light and the crackling sounds
of the weak flames surrounding him...

\"...then come to me, my sweet Snow White.\"

His heart was a hot piece of pulsating lava, and Severus
was afraid that with any beat now, it would finally burst and
splatter its boiling, liquid heat throughout his entire body. An
excitement he had never felt before benumbed his thinking
when the disbelieving pride he felt regarding his Master\'s
approval of him took over his brain. Forgotten was the small,
very misty warning in the back of his head. He *did* know what
the meaning of Voldemort\'s words was and he had done this
before...Well, only once before, but though Severus was sure
that *this* was going to be very different from his first sexual
experience, it was nothing that really frightened him.

He had learnt during the years of his youth that his body was
nothing compared to what his head contained. After all, there
were seven years of living at Hogwarts behind him, seven years
of living with others who had taught him very efficiently that
his looks were nothing but detestable. In the end, he had finally
come to accept the prominent nose, pale skin and thin lips as
unworthy parts of himself he couldn\'t change – and to regard his
looks as of no esteem as well. His body was nothing more than
what the Dark Lord had said: A cover for what was underneath,
for what *really* mattered, for the invisible beauty Severus
desperately hoped was there.

So if he could deepen his bond with his Master by willingly
giving this unloved conglomeration of bones, flesh and skin
over to him...he had administered more than that after all;
Voldemort already possessed the most precious aspects of
his being! And even though Severus didn\'t understand *why*
the Dark Lord was so eager to claim something looking as
repulsive as he did, the young Death Eater knew his Master
well enough to be sure that there had to be a reason. Voldemort
would not have set up all this evening\'s events just for the fun
of it...and it was an uplifting feeling to know that *he*, ugly,
slimy Severus Snape, was wanted that way by no one other
than his Master himself.

He made his decision.
And took the first step towards where Voldemort\'s voice
had come from most recently.

He still couldn\'t see the figure in the shadows that was
calmly waiting for him to come closer, but somehow Severus
knew where beyond the flickering torchlight the Dark Lord
was standing. An infallible certainty seemed to lead the
Death Eater\'s feet...until two spots of gleaming red
appeared out of the complete darkness, right in front of
him.

It took all of Severus\'s self-control not to stumble
backwards immediately. In this very moment, all of his
body strove to get away fromwho who was standing only inches
away from him. The young Slytherin would never be able to
tell what kept him from running when every fibre of
his being was ready to do so...had it not been for this
unknown part of him that overruled his first spontaneous
reaction, mercilessly freezing him into place.

Voldemort\'s contented smile remained invisible, his face and
body perfectly enveloped in darkness. With one brief movement
of his hand, which suddenly held his wand, three of the
four torches that gave only a very weak light anyway went
out. Maybe it was due to the thus intensified darkness, or
because of Severus\'s struggle to adjust to the new lighting
conditions - but he completely missed that the door to
the room had just opened at a short flick of the Dark
Lord\'s wand, and had slid shut again just as silently,
just before Voldemort’s voice whispered through the moist
shadows once more.

\"Let me remind you that you\'re offering me this of your
own free will, my Death Eater. Do you remember that?\"

Severus was dead determined to finally overcome the
weakness that seemed to dog him this evening for good.
He could feel his breath rasping over his tongue
and lips, ready to tell his Master the truth of his,
Severus\'s, unconditional devotion and willingness.

\"Yes, my Lord.\"

\"So let me see what is waiting for me under those robes,
sweet Snow White...\"

It was as if Severus\'s fingers, mechanically unfastening
the clasps holding the black cloth around his shoulders,
did not belong to him. With the most disturbing feeling
of his body and mind falling apart into two totally
independently operating entities, Severus watched those
strange hands that once had been his, leading him further
towards a point of no return.

His robes fell to the floor first.

But it was a point he craved to reach, right?

Severus could see his shirt joining his robes.

A point that would mark the next and even more intense
level of his connection with the Dark Lord, wouldn\'t it?

His trousers followed.

It was something he wanted!

The young Death Eater watched himself stepping out of
his boots, taking off his socks.

It was something he *longed* for!

Wasn’t it...?

When Severus looked again, his boxers lay on top of the
little pile of clothes that had formed on the floor beside
him.

And reality hit him full force. With its breath that was
the cool, humid air of the room, brushing over his totally
exposed skin. With its fingers that were darkness,
reaching for and gripping his body with implacable
determination. With its inevitability that was his Dark
Master, devouring him with his glowing red eyes. Claiming
and taking possession of him with just a stare.

And then inevitability smiled. A very lazy smile, almost
patronizing.

\"Come closer, Severus. *I* don\'t bite, I promise.\"

There they were. The first fluttering traces of fear,
slamming theirgs ags against the inside of the young Death
Eater\'s heart, but still he managed to convince himself
of his willingness to comply with his Master\'s wishes, and so
he moved. Two steps was all it took before Severus felt the
touch of *some* part of Voldemort\'s body against his chest,
right above the continuously increasing trembling of his
heart.

The young Death Eater had been touched by his Master
before. Physical contact was something Voldemort used
from time to time to make sure that he was in total
control of whoever stood before him. And Severus
already had had the impression for some time that with
him, the Dark Lord made use of his hands more frequently
than he did with any other Death Eater. And so far, it had
never been anything he had experienced as unpleasant.

But *this* was totally different, though he couldn\'t tell for the
life of him why this was so.

It didn\'t feel cold, or hot. There was nothing soft or rough
about it. It was a touch that didn\'t indicate at all that there
was a human being behind it. No human skin felt that way,
was so...dry. And even though Severus knew that it must
be Voldemort\'s fingertips that stroked his bare chest right
now, it felt like being touched by parchment. Like being
caressed by shrivelled autumn leaves. By a strong desert
wind. And every touch seemed to suck the moisture out
of Severus\'s own body, seemed to dry out his own skin as
well, turn it into dust and sand that got blown away by that
storm flogging across it, transforming it into thin, transparent
paper that he could actually hear rustling with every stroke
of those sandstorm-fingertips that seemed to mark his body
with a criss-crossing pattern of disintegrating lines of skin
with breathtaking rapidity…

It was as if some kind of sluice had been opened somewhere
inside Severus. Klirrende Fear flooded in wild, crushing
waves through his entire body, cutting off his conscious will
from his mind and numbing his thinking. Which deepened the
fright the young Slytherin felt even more. Never before had he
experienced himself like this. Never had his brain let him down
before, never had it completely refused to work as it did now.
All that he was aware of, all that he could think of, was the
desperate wish to get away from were he was. No matter
where that would be, no matter what the consequences - but
in his current state he wouldn\'t even get past the torch, to say
nothing of the door...with his brain completely denying its
cooperation, with his feet glued to the ground like that, with
Voldemort right in front of him...

Long index fingers slowly traced two lines up and down
the Death Eater\'s chest, merely touching the pale skin
that covered twitching muscles, as if Severus\'s flesh
desperately struggled to draw back from the dark Lord\'s
hands. When Voldemort\'s travelling touches reached his
servant\'s shoulders for the second time, his palms sank
onto the body in front of him, and the languid stroking
continued up Severus\'s neck and down his upper arms.
The light pressure wandered back to the young Slytherin\'s
nipples and further down to his hips. It glided to Severus\'s
back, climbed up his spine, lingered a little at the pale
nape and returned to the shoulders, where those hands
had started their journey. The Dark Lord let one of his
long fingers whisper over his servant\'s larynx in a
playfully threatening caress.

Figh the the shudders that were about to take over his
body, it took Severus some moments to notice the increasing
pressure Voldemort\'s palms were exerting on his shoulders.
This physical force was growing stronger every moment,
and it was perfectly clear what it was indicating. One last
glance into his Master\'s merciless eyes, and the young
Slytherin helplessly obeyed. Giving in to those relentlessly
pushing hands, Severus went down on the Dark Lord until
he was kneeling on the hard stone floor. Cold sweat glossed
his pale skin with an eerie sheen, enlightened by the
twitching flames from the remaining torch, and he finally
gave up on keeping himself from shaking. Petrified with
fear, all Severus did was concentrate on the thundering
sounds of his heart that echoed through his head. Desperately
trying not to think about it, but waiting for what had to come
next anyway. Watching the still-robed figure of his Master
that rose before him.

He didn\'t have to wait long.

Black robes parted, and agonizingly slowly opening trousers
revealed the Dark Lord\'s erection.

Two hands quickly buried their fingers with a dead grip in
Severus\'s hair and kept him from jerking back. With his head
held in place like that, tears running down his cheeks from
the violent tearing of his scalp, he could see how the
rock-hard cock before his eyes twitched with every single
one of his now ragged breaths that struck its swollen flesh...
Amid another surge of panic, the young Slytherin gave up
struggling against Voldemort\'s hands and closed his eyes.

Gradually, the Dark Lord eased his grip ar Sev Severus\'s
head. To a very gentle glance his Death Eater was not able
to see, Voldemort let his fingers glide through the black
mass of tangled hair, carefully combing it out of the face wet
with sweat and tears. He regarded the kneeling young man
a moment longer before he lifted Severus\'s head with a soft
pull at the shivering chin, giving his servant the few seconds
he needed to be able to meet the Dark Lord\'s red glance.

\"Sweet, unfortunate Snow White...there\'s no way back
from here, I\'m afraid...\"

The soft, almost sympathetic whisper still echoed in
Severus\'s head after that cock had slowly pushed past his
trembling lips, driving into his mouth, over and over again,
with an insistent rhythm. The hands, softly caressing the
young Slythers has hair while making sure that Severus could
not get away from his Master\'s groin, were a strange
contrast in their gentleness to the pitiless force of Voldemort\'s
thrusts - though the Death Eater was far from noticing this.
Aware of nothing else but a long shaft as hard as stone and
its swollen head, slamming against the wall of his throat twice
a second, the overwhelming nausea that had taken hold of
him, body and mind, took Severus by surprise. Kneeling on
the floor, his arms dangling at his sides, the backs of his
hands brushing over the stone beneath his knees with every
jerk the Dark Lord\'s thrusts sent through his naked body,
Severus waited and prayed for this to be over.

When he finally felt the sudden warmth moistening the
inside of his mouth and throat, the relief with which he took
Voldemort\'s semen flooded his mind in a wave twice as hot
and strong. All Severus wanted to do now was to get rid of
the slightly acid, strange-tasting liquid in his mouth - and of
the now limb mass of flesh that was still buried in his throat.
He craved to inhale as deeply as he could, getting as much
air into his spasming lungs as possible to make up for the
past minutes of breathlessness. But Voldemort didn\'t move,
and his Death Eater didn\'t dare do anything that wasn\'t
explicitly allowed him. Once more, he felt fingers gliding
gently through his hair, while the Dark Lord remained where
he was for more tantalizing moments before he finally spoke.
His voice as soft and caressing as his hands were.

\"Don\'t you dare swallow, my dear Severus.\"

The younger Slytherin felt his Master\'s fingers curl around
his shoulders as Voldemort withdrew his cock from his
servant\'s mouth. He was painfully aware that they were not
done yet. Not really.

He could sense the weight of the Dark Lord\'s gaze
descending until it was level with his own. He didn\'t need
the ruffling sounds of black robes to tell him that his Master
had moved; hearing it only confirmed what the Death Eater
already knew. Voldemort was here, *right* here, down on the
floor with him.

And then his hands were resting on Severus\'s hips.

The younger Slytherin didn\'t want to hear the command,
nor did he intend to wait until he would be pushed into his
new position. Accepting the inevitable, Severus, his lips
dripping from his Master\'s semen that was still in his mouth,
slowly turned around until he was facing the door on the
opposite wall of the room, barely visible in the weak
torchlight. He lowered himself onto his elbows, and the small,
but content moan behind his back told him that he obviously
had regained the successful anticipation of his Master\'s will
that thus far had failed him so momentously this evening. On
the other hand, those hands on his hips had been a more than
obvious message; even a moron like Pettigrew would have
known what was to come next...

...fingers, of which Severus had no idea with what they
were coated, but they were slick as they should be to not hurt
while they prepared him for the next step of Voldemort\'s
taking his Death Eater\'s body. To possess him irrevocably,
unalterably, absolutely, as he owned his soul.

It seemed to Severus that he was widened and stretched
for hours, before he finally felt the Dark Lord\'s once more
hard cock glide inside him smoothly, taking those fingers\'
place. Taking him. For the second time tonight, his body was
penetrated with the frequent thrusts Severus already knew by
now, not fast at all, but all the more forceful. All the careful
preparation notwithstanding, Severus felt a stinging, searing
pain every time that cock drove into him. His face was
shining with tears that were running down to his lips where
they mixed with that part of Voldemort\'s cum Severus had not
been able to hold inside. The struggle against the
overwhelming urge to vomit, the hot pain and the undefined
fear of *something* he was sure still had to come choked him.
Breathing became impossible, and his entire body seemed to
gradually shut down. Severus watched his visual field becoming
smaller and smaller, being reduced to a very narrow tunnel that
seemed to be filled with flickering torchlight. Waves of fire and
ice seemed to wash over him by turns, and his legs and arms
were no longer willing to support his weight, to take the thrusts
that crashed through his body...

It was Voldemort\'s voice that dragged him out of that wildly
roaring sea of panic and probably kept him from collapsing.

\"Now look at that, my lovely Snow White...we have company.\"

Automatically, Severus raised his head - to find himself face
to face with two brightly gleaming, yellow eyes. Eyes
embedded in a flat, scaly reptilian head that very slightly swayed
from side to side on a long, endless neck. A split tongue dashed
forward from a wide, fanged mouth and just nudged the tip of
the Death Eater\'s nose.

Severus rose to his knees immediately. Desperately trying to
get away from the giant snake that lay before him, he slammed
right into Voldemort\'s body, who gripped the younger Slytherin\'s
hips with both hands to keep him impaled on his cock.

Slowly, the serpent followed, edging her head closer to
Severus\'s body...and closer...and there was no way to escape,
no matter how hard Severus tried to retreat against the Dark
Lord\'s chest...The thrusts of the cock in his arse grew a little
faster, a little more violent... suddenly, he felt the desert-wind
touch of a dry finger against his chest, to the left of his heart,
and that fingertip took its time to draw some lines on his skin...
and still the snake drew nearer, now lingering right in front of
the finger on his chest that seemed to have completed the
pattern and withdrew...and bright yellow eyes stared one more
moment into horrified black ones, before the reptile descended
on Severus\'s body with a twitch of her head, fast as lightning,
burying her fangs in the Death Eater\'s flesh.
To the left of his heart.
Just where Voldemort had started marking Severus\'s skin.

The young Slytherin was not able to hold back a small scream
at the initial pain of the bite, nor a sharp intake of breath when
he felt the snake\'s venom enter his body like liquid ice. He
involuntarily swallowed the remnants of Voldemort\'s cum he
had tried to keep in his mouth, just as his master had
demanded, and coughing wildly, he spread semen all over his
face. While he desperately fought for air, somewhere in his
head, behind a thick wall of pain, and fear, Severus heard the
Dark Lord speak to his snake. He didn\'t understand
Parseltongue, but it must have been some order, because
those razor-like fangs retreated from the wound they had left
until only the tips of them where still inside Severus\'s body.

And then the serpent began to redraw the pattern Voldemort
had given with her teeth.

Severus lost track of time after the first bloody inches that
those fangs cut into his flesh. The icy cold that spread from
the pattern that was driven into him completely numbed his
feeling and thinking. He d\'t r\'t realize it when the snake
withdrew from his body, he didn\'t see how Voldemort dipped
his left index finger into his own cum that still stuck to Severus\'s
face and followed the now clearly visible, shining red lines on
his Death Eater\'s chest. To the left of his Death Eater\'s heart.
He didn\'t feel how the Dark Lord covered the wound with his
left hand afterwards, nor how that hand rubbed blood, venom
and semen deep into the cuts as Voldemort continued to fuck
him, fast and hard. Only when his Master climaxed for the
second time this night did Severus awake from his trance with
a start to the sounds of the triumphant hissing of a snake,
the feral moan of the Darkest wizard, his own painful cry -
and the desperate, pleading voice of a young witch who had
died at his hands tonight.