Barbarism to Decadence.
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The Price of Everything.
"My Lord, I would not deprive Bellatrix her fun, but may I make a few requests myself? After all, he was mine first." Snape murmured softly, dipping his head respectfully to the being who held so many lives in his cruel hands. He waited breathlessly, all emotions ever so carefully locked away inside of him. "What do you ask of me, Severus?" The slithering voice was deceptively calm, favors from the madman with that voice were never given freely.
"Only that she does not kill him, Master, and that he will be returned to me when the meeting is complete." Severus let only a hint of pleading enter his tone, adding the term he used only once in a while, but never giving away the true import of his request. He was taunted, teased and put in his place by the long, deathly silence that followed. He wanted to scream, but instead remained silent and shifted as if wishing to get on with matters. Vance was nothing, only a bit of sport he was not yet finished with, nothing more.
"Very well. Bellatrix, you heard him." He flicked a mild glance at the vicious witch and was secretly pleased by the ire she expressed in her face over being thwarted. Of course, it didn't help that Voldemort had just shown Snape as being far higher in his esteem than she. Bellatrix simply hated that. She snarled her agreement and sent Vance bobbing over to a wall, following after him giggling like a mental patient. Severus glanced after them, then turned to face the Dark Lord, a hint of a smile curling the corners of his lips, showing his amusement at Bellatrix and his appreciation of the gift he'd been granted.
Somewhere, deep inside of himself, he knew he had to do something to change what was fast becoming the past. A plan grew in those hidden corners of his mind, but he forced himself to ignore it, and the screams, for Voldemort would not look kindly on anymore attention being spent upon the interloper. Really, Dark Lords shouldn't be this simple-minded and naive. At the root, evil is amazingly foolish.
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The center was holding quite well, amazingly. Vance gazed down upon himself, his mind disconnected for the main part from his helpless body. The momentary pain of Snape's words had faded now, and he clutched the shining strand that led back more than half his life to a kiss that connected two souls. Severus would save him. Had saved him, all but an hour or so's worth of pain and degradation. It was funny how clear your mind got when it broke free of your body, clear and floaty. Hmm...This was fun...he should....
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"Vance...Vance, come back." Severus sat on the large, sturdy bed in the American's rooms, bending forward and brushing his hair from his brow, terrified that he wouldn't return from that place he'd retreated. His eyes stung with the tears they wanted to shed, but he gritted his teeth against them, holding back because he knew he had more work to do this night. Hours more work. "Please...Vance." He stared down into the empty, golden eyes and knew suddenly what he must do, though it quaked within him like a rabbit in the talons of a hawk.
His fingers dipped to dash the light, needing darkness to gather his courage, then he lowered his head and trailed his trembling lips across the soft plane of a cheek. His heart thundered, his blood roared and he longed to pull away, terrified of what this sacrifice might cost him. Still, he pressed on and shuddered as his mouth found it's mate, warm, erratic breaths fluttering across his lips. He breathed him in, drinking him as a man gulps water in an oasis, then plunged face first into the sweet, clear depths.
He was back in that night he'd deliberately walled away from himself, immersed in the fire that they created together, his lips molding so effortlessly to the fuller one's beneath. He was soaring, tongue dipping to caress softness like he'd only ever known once before, tasting sunshine, laughter and life. When the lips parted in a gasp he was captured, drinking deeper of that warmth, feeling smooth teeth with the tip of his tongue, then the texture of that perfect pallet. Dimly he felt hands slide into his hair, clinging to him as he swirled his tongue and wrapped it about its lover, stroking and suckling.
Time stopped and they were as one once more, bound by the power of their embrace, set apart from the rest of the world by their love. Severus didn't want to leave, didn't want to stop, but an alarm began to shriek through the haze, reminding him of his tasks. He sighed and drew back, mourning the loss of that true magic so heavily that the tears would no longer be denied. "Vance...I...have to go." Fingers slid from his hair to touch his cheek, testing the moisture that flowed down it.
"Wait. Severus, sing for me." Softly, so tenderly did he plead, a sob wrapped in his words like a dagger swaddled in silk. It cut Severus, bled him of his urgency and he shivered, closing his throat to the answering cry that longed to be voiced. "As you wish." A song came back to him from the dark days before Hogwarts, the time spent in misery watching his father control and belittle his mother. A song that had given him peace in the face of such bitter cruelty.
"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be." The words flooded his mind, the tune sounding strange in his wavering, roughened voice, but he could not deny Vance his simple request. He closed his eyes and almost whispered the tune, but he was stopped by the hands that slid down his chest to his lap. He grasped Vance's wrists, squeezing gently. "No..."
"Don't stop singing, Severus. Please..." The longing undid him and he opened his hands, allowing them to fall by his sides as he continued singing, breathing becoming ever more labored. Loving fingers parted his robes, released his hardening shaft from its cloth prison and began to pet in time with his song. "Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper...w-words of wisdom, let it be." A virgin's touch, yet it sent violent tremors through his body as it stroked over his sensitive skin and explored the throbbing crown.
He was being born under a wave of pleasure, the moment too poignant, he almost feared it was nothing more than a dream. "And when the broken-hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer. Let it be. For though th-they may be parted...there is still a chance that they will s-s-see, there will be an answer. Luhh...Let it be." A fleeting kiss, the flick of tongue to clean away a drop that had formed at his crown, then the hands were tighter and stroking him to dizzying heights.
"Let it be...Let it be. Let it be...Let it be. S-speaking words of...Gods!...w-hisdom, let it be." Severus was pinned at the brink, refusing to allow himself to tumble over until he had finished the song, not wanting this beautiful moment to ever end. And still, still the silken caress drove him into blithe agony, a sweet pain he embraced. "And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me...shine until tomorrow, let it be. I..I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comforts me...speaking words...Vance..." He could not go on, it was too much, those lips so perfectly fitting around his crown, that encouraging lick, it broke him.
He arched and shuddered, pouring forth into the warm, wet haven, every thought, emotion and sensation spilling from him to be swallowed up into the essence of his lover. This was not merely an orgasm, nothing to clinically biological as that. This was heaven on Earth, love in a realm without shame, insecurity or anger. It was the first scream of a newborn infant, the final breath of a drowning man, the essential beauty that wove the very fabric of life. He could not bear the weight of it all and collapsed, trembling and sobbing with the knowledge of perfection that no human should ever be forced to hold.
Arms curled about him and lips brushed his ear, whispering words of wisdom. "Let it be."
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He came back to himself slowly, returning from the cradling womb of that flawless love only to find he could not grant the whispered plea. "I can't." Hardness strove to reassert itself, entropy could not be displaced forever and he pulled from the grasping hold. "Vance, what we just shared, it can not exist in this world. Perhaps, someday, but not today. Trust me, and let me do what must be done." He sat up, thankful for the darkness that hid him, knowing his sorrow was painted all over his face.
"Severus, I've waited for you and loved you for seventeen years. My heart knows to whom it belongs. If you swear that you will return to me when the time is right, then I will trust you." Vance spoke calmly, the love and faithfulness in his voice like a soothing balm to Severus' spirit. "Vance, I swear to you. When what we have will no longer put you in mortal danger, then I will return and give back what I have taken." He turned and leaned to claim one small, brief kiss before straightening.
He returned light to the darkness, squinting as his eyes adjusted and drawing a deep breath. "Look into my eyes." His heart ached as he turned to gaze into shining, golden pools, quivering at the compassion and adoration he found there. "Until eternity." Came the quiet answer, just before he slipped into the hidden pathways of his beloved's memories.
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He worked diligently, sweat breaking out on his brow as he methodically searched out and extracted every loving memory of himself from Vance's mind. He longed to explore them, but he didn't have the time and knew that he was far too vulnerable at the moment. Instead, he plucked them free with the tip of his wand and let them fall into the large vial that was so conveniently re-sized and tucked away into the pocket of his robes. One after another, the shining silver strands slid from the end of his wand to become mist within the bottle.
Finally he sat up, panting and aching from being hunched over for so long, licking his lips as he stoppered the vial. "Severus, what are you..." Confusion flooded the handsome face, and before he could finish, Severus Obliviated him and murmured quietly. "Had a bit too much to drink Vance, that will account for the headache and funny loss of time. Thankfully, you managed to get into bed before passing out." Then he stood and stepped from the room, forcing his sorrow and weariness to a pocket of his mind.
He closed the bedroom door and transfigured a glass into an empty bottle of Firewhisky, leaving it tipped over on the kitchen table. The half-empty cup of cold coffee became a half-full glass of whisky, solidifying the fiction he'd planted. A quick Tempus charm told him of the time that was falling through his fingers like grains of sand, and he hurried from the suite towards his own. Four hours...four turns, and he could clean up this mess he'd made.
"Only that she does not kill him, Master, and that he will be returned to me when the meeting is complete." Severus let only a hint of pleading enter his tone, adding the term he used only once in a while, but never giving away the true import of his request. He was taunted, teased and put in his place by the long, deathly silence that followed. He wanted to scream, but instead remained silent and shifted as if wishing to get on with matters. Vance was nothing, only a bit of sport he was not yet finished with, nothing more.
"Very well. Bellatrix, you heard him." He flicked a mild glance at the vicious witch and was secretly pleased by the ire she expressed in her face over being thwarted. Of course, it didn't help that Voldemort had just shown Snape as being far higher in his esteem than she. Bellatrix simply hated that. She snarled her agreement and sent Vance bobbing over to a wall, following after him giggling like a mental patient. Severus glanced after them, then turned to face the Dark Lord, a hint of a smile curling the corners of his lips, showing his amusement at Bellatrix and his appreciation of the gift he'd been granted.
Somewhere, deep inside of himself, he knew he had to do something to change what was fast becoming the past. A plan grew in those hidden corners of his mind, but he forced himself to ignore it, and the screams, for Voldemort would not look kindly on anymore attention being spent upon the interloper. Really, Dark Lords shouldn't be this simple-minded and naive. At the root, evil is amazingly foolish.
The center was holding quite well, amazingly. Vance gazed down upon himself, his mind disconnected for the main part from his helpless body. The momentary pain of Snape's words had faded now, and he clutched the shining strand that led back more than half his life to a kiss that connected two souls. Severus would save him. Had saved him, all but an hour or so's worth of pain and degradation. It was funny how clear your mind got when it broke free of your body, clear and floaty. Hmm...This was fun...he should....
"Vance...Vance, come back." Severus sat on the large, sturdy bed in the American's rooms, bending forward and brushing his hair from his brow, terrified that he wouldn't return from that place he'd retreated. His eyes stung with the tears they wanted to shed, but he gritted his teeth against them, holding back because he knew he had more work to do this night. Hours more work. "Please...Vance." He stared down into the empty, golden eyes and knew suddenly what he must do, though it quaked within him like a rabbit in the talons of a hawk.
His fingers dipped to dash the light, needing darkness to gather his courage, then he lowered his head and trailed his trembling lips across the soft plane of a cheek. His heart thundered, his blood roared and he longed to pull away, terrified of what this sacrifice might cost him. Still, he pressed on and shuddered as his mouth found it's mate, warm, erratic breaths fluttering across his lips. He breathed him in, drinking him as a man gulps water in an oasis, then plunged face first into the sweet, clear depths.
He was back in that night he'd deliberately walled away from himself, immersed in the fire that they created together, his lips molding so effortlessly to the fuller one's beneath. He was soaring, tongue dipping to caress softness like he'd only ever known once before, tasting sunshine, laughter and life. When the lips parted in a gasp he was captured, drinking deeper of that warmth, feeling smooth teeth with the tip of his tongue, then the texture of that perfect pallet. Dimly he felt hands slide into his hair, clinging to him as he swirled his tongue and wrapped it about its lover, stroking and suckling.
Time stopped and they were as one once more, bound by the power of their embrace, set apart from the rest of the world by their love. Severus didn't want to leave, didn't want to stop, but an alarm began to shriek through the haze, reminding him of his tasks. He sighed and drew back, mourning the loss of that true magic so heavily that the tears would no longer be denied. "Vance...I...have to go." Fingers slid from his hair to touch his cheek, testing the moisture that flowed down it.
"Wait. Severus, sing for me." Softly, so tenderly did he plead, a sob wrapped in his words like a dagger swaddled in silk. It cut Severus, bled him of his urgency and he shivered, closing his throat to the answering cry that longed to be voiced. "As you wish." A song came back to him from the dark days before Hogwarts, the time spent in misery watching his father control and belittle his mother. A song that had given him peace in the face of such bitter cruelty.
"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be." The words flooded his mind, the tune sounding strange in his wavering, roughened voice, but he could not deny Vance his simple request. He closed his eyes and almost whispered the tune, but he was stopped by the hands that slid down his chest to his lap. He grasped Vance's wrists, squeezing gently. "No..."
"Don't stop singing, Severus. Please..." The longing undid him and he opened his hands, allowing them to fall by his sides as he continued singing, breathing becoming ever more labored. Loving fingers parted his robes, released his hardening shaft from its cloth prison and began to pet in time with his song. "Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper...w-words of wisdom, let it be." A virgin's touch, yet it sent violent tremors through his body as it stroked over his sensitive skin and explored the throbbing crown.
He was being born under a wave of pleasure, the moment too poignant, he almost feared it was nothing more than a dream. "And when the broken-hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer. Let it be. For though th-they may be parted...there is still a chance that they will s-s-see, there will be an answer. Luhh...Let it be." A fleeting kiss, the flick of tongue to clean away a drop that had formed at his crown, then the hands were tighter and stroking him to dizzying heights.
"Let it be...Let it be. Let it be...Let it be. S-speaking words of...Gods!...w-hisdom, let it be." Severus was pinned at the brink, refusing to allow himself to tumble over until he had finished the song, not wanting this beautiful moment to ever end. And still, still the silken caress drove him into blithe agony, a sweet pain he embraced. "And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me...shine until tomorrow, let it be. I..I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comforts me...speaking words...Vance..." He could not go on, it was too much, those lips so perfectly fitting around his crown, that encouraging lick, it broke him.
He arched and shuddered, pouring forth into the warm, wet haven, every thought, emotion and sensation spilling from him to be swallowed up into the essence of his lover. This was not merely an orgasm, nothing to clinically biological as that. This was heaven on Earth, love in a realm without shame, insecurity or anger. It was the first scream of a newborn infant, the final breath of a drowning man, the essential beauty that wove the very fabric of life. He could not bear the weight of it all and collapsed, trembling and sobbing with the knowledge of perfection that no human should ever be forced to hold.
Arms curled about him and lips brushed his ear, whispering words of wisdom. "Let it be."
He came back to himself slowly, returning from the cradling womb of that flawless love only to find he could not grant the whispered plea. "I can't." Hardness strove to reassert itself, entropy could not be displaced forever and he pulled from the grasping hold. "Vance, what we just shared, it can not exist in this world. Perhaps, someday, but not today. Trust me, and let me do what must be done." He sat up, thankful for the darkness that hid him, knowing his sorrow was painted all over his face.
"Severus, I've waited for you and loved you for seventeen years. My heart knows to whom it belongs. If you swear that you will return to me when the time is right, then I will trust you." Vance spoke calmly, the love and faithfulness in his voice like a soothing balm to Severus' spirit. "Vance, I swear to you. When what we have will no longer put you in mortal danger, then I will return and give back what I have taken." He turned and leaned to claim one small, brief kiss before straightening.
He returned light to the darkness, squinting as his eyes adjusted and drawing a deep breath. "Look into my eyes." His heart ached as he turned to gaze into shining, golden pools, quivering at the compassion and adoration he found there. "Until eternity." Came the quiet answer, just before he slipped into the hidden pathways of his beloved's memories.
He worked diligently, sweat breaking out on his brow as he methodically searched out and extracted every loving memory of himself from Vance's mind. He longed to explore them, but he didn't have the time and knew that he was far too vulnerable at the moment. Instead, he plucked them free with the tip of his wand and let them fall into the large vial that was so conveniently re-sized and tucked away into the pocket of his robes. One after another, the shining silver strands slid from the end of his wand to become mist within the bottle.
Finally he sat up, panting and aching from being hunched over for so long, licking his lips as he stoppered the vial. "Severus, what are you..." Confusion flooded the handsome face, and before he could finish, Severus Obliviated him and murmured quietly. "Had a bit too much to drink Vance, that will account for the headache and funny loss of time. Thankfully, you managed to get into bed before passing out." Then he stood and stepped from the room, forcing his sorrow and weariness to a pocket of his mind.
He closed the bedroom door and transfigured a glass into an empty bottle of Firewhisky, leaving it tipped over on the kitchen table. The half-empty cup of cold coffee became a half-full glass of whisky, solidifying the fiction he'd planted. A quick Tempus charm told him of the time that was falling through his fingers like grains of sand, and he hurried from the suite towards his own. Four hours...four turns, and he could clean up this mess he'd made.