Jail Bird Choir

CHAPTER 11

*Those eyes, that twisted sneer and mellow voice. He was completely enthralled. Unashamedly captivated by a cruelty only one man could inflict upon him. Those fingers, long, thin and stained clawing at his back like razors, shredding skin and leaving marks that would be visible for days. Marks of ownership, marks of love. He was powerless to stop himself, to stop the cravings. The man was an addiction so bad not even he dared to speak of it. Their eyes never met, and words were never exchanged. Their strange relationship had been born from basic, raw need, sheltered and restrained for so many years that eventually they were bound to explode. A shiver had run up his spine as he’d watched the man undress. His clinical, cold expression hadn’t wavered an inch. He hadn’t asked for it, but instinctively they’d known what each other had needed.

In the darkness of the damp, secluded little room they’d brutally fucked. Raw, primal sounds had been dampened by the moss-covered walls. There had been no sweet caresses, or declarations of readiness. Instead he’d taken him, slammed him into the wall swiftly and without thought. The pain had been a blessed relief, the blood the icing on the cake. He’d need this, and so too had his partner. The thrusts had been deep, unrelenting and solid spearing him into the stonework and causing his head to snap back against the rigid shoulder pinning him against the wall. Warm liquid had run down his thighs, trickling like a river down the backs of his calves and onto the floor. His essence had stung like fire, tearing through his body and ripping forth a scream of delight from his lips. No one had ever dared given him what he’d wanted, except this, his brooding little master. There had been no time for breathing in the space it had taken to reverse the roles. On his knees, in a pool of his own blood he’d sucked the impressive mass down his throat ignoring the annoyance of the restrictive material that flapped around his face. The booted foot had landed hard in his lap causing his teeth to dig into the member jammed down his throat. The pair of them had let out twin groans both of fury and desire before with a shuddering snarl he’d come, spraying his liquid seed all over the leather boot jammed in his crotch. Cruel hands had pushed him away, discarding him like trash. Panting as if he’d run a mile he’d watched through lidded eyes as he’d dressed. Smoothing out creases and wiping away the evidence of their coupling, as he’d done nothing more than spill a drink. The only evidence that had remained was the droplet of opaque come that had clung to the man’s boot.

In the silence he’d left without a backwards glance, leaving him sitting alone his backside raw and his cock jumping in painful delight. It had been their first time, but certainly not their last.*

Severus Snape stared out of the window, ignoring the breeze through the broken glass that twirled the moth eaten curtain about him in a haze of dust. With his hand still wrapped tightly around the wand he leant against the window frame as he rolled the unfamiliar length of wood in his palm and wished it was his own. They’d taken his from him the moment they’d found him. The raid had been swift but he’d seen it coming. There had been no time to run and he’d momentarily fought back but in the end he’d been powerless to stop the inevitable. Somewhere out there his wand was lying in pieces undoubtedly burned with his other precious items he’d taken with him. In the distance by the crooked gate he caught sight of movement and hastily stepped back away from the window. They were safe at present but it was not worth the chance of being seen just for some air.

Glancing around the room Snape sighed in regret knowing how his misspent youth had been in this very place. It had been here when he’d first looked at the boy properly, had seen him for what he was and what he wanted. The feeling had been strange at first and he’d pushed it aside but in the end it had all been to no avail. When something so willing had fallen into his lap he’d been too selfish not to take it for all he could.

Movement to his left caught his attention and he watched carefully as Harry Potter sat up abruptly from the blankets, and began looking around wildly. The boy had been having a nightmare his thrashing having woken Severus up in the first place. Despite the nightmare however the boy was hard, his morning erection tenting the light fabric of the blanket Snape had draped over him. It was a sick perversion to find pleasure in your nightmares but a trait he shared unknowingly with Severus. Snape therefore didn’t make comment as the boy pushed his hand into his crotch to hide his indiscretion.

“Where are we?” Harry stumbled as his gaze sought out that of Severus standing by what appeared to be a collapsed fireplace.

“The shrieking shack.” Snape commented as he stared carefully into Harry’s eyes ensuring that the emerald pools were free of red embers.

“I thought they’d pulled it down.” Harry muttered as he slowly got to his feet and stretched painfully after a night on the hard floor. Snape shrugged his shoulders and gestured upwards at the open roof. The entire second floor of the building was completely missing leaving only open rafters. “Oh, guess they didn’t get time to finish.” Harry walked over to the window Severus had been previously staring out of to get a look for himself as he tried to remember what had happened the previous night. Severus easily read the boy’s mind left unprotected in the morning sleepiness.

“You flipped.” Severus offered by way of explanation as he moved over to their meager supplies and removed a small bottle of water and a cloth from within the duffle. Harry spun around abruptly and stared at Snape in concern. Snape wet the cloth and handed it to Harry, before gesturing at the boy’s nose. The bloodied black blood had run all night from the boy’s nose and had now only just stopped. Carefully Harry had wiped the thick ooze from his nose before rinsing the cloth and washing the rest of his face. “I had to take your wand to defend myself or you’d have killed me.” Snape twirled Harry’s wand around in his fingers, Harry only just realizing that Snape had the item.

“But the rules…” Harry went to snatch the wand back but Snape was quicker and stepped back away and aimed the wand directly at Harry’s chest.

“I think we’ve broken the rules don’t you Potter?” Snape raised a single eyebrow in Harry’s direction and the boy reluctantly nodded. In a way he was pleased that some normality was returning to Snape. The man looked better, and his hair had grown back to just below his ears, enough for him to tie it back in a loose ponytail. Snape’s toes were beginning to grow too thanks to the potion. All in all magic had helped Snape’s recovery better than any medicines could, and despite all the bruises, whip marks and cuts the man looked more like himself. He was talking too, a lot more than he had. “By now they’ll have most of the Auror’s out looking for us and they’ll start cutting off our resources so we’re going to have to be quick about stocking up.”

“Food and water is the most important.” Harry offered wondering when on earth he’d become a fugitive and how the Ministry could turn so quickly on him.

“No Potter, first things first I need a wand.” Snape held up Harry’s wand by way of explanation and Harry frowned in confusion. Snape quickly continued as he began packing up their things and stuffing them into the single bag they had between them. “If you want me to help you Potter, I’m going to need some protection against you. At present you’re more of a threat to me than the entire Auror division combined.” Harry swallowed awkwardly as Snape threw the bag over his shoulder and re tied the lace of his pajama bottoms so that they weren’t falling down again. In the haste at which they’d left Grimmauld place Snape had hardly been able to get anything, and thus he stood up in nothing but a pair of sleep pants that his emaciated frame couldn’t support.

“Olivander?” Harry murmured wondering if it was wise for them to go traipsing into Diagon Alley when they were being hunted. Snape glanced over his shoulder as he pushed open the broken door of the wooden shack and shook his head.

“No, I’ve got another less well known wand maker in mind.” With that Snape disappeared out of the door leaving Harry to scramble over the rubble after him.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N Please note that the paragraphs in * * are actually supposed to be in italics but I lack the skills with which to make it happen when posting....If anyone does know how to do it, please pass on the wisdom to the computer dummies such as myself.