Jail Bird Choir

A/N BIG BIG BIG WARNING HERE PEOPLE - IF YOU'RE NOT INTO INCEST PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER I DID WARN YOU AT THE BEGINNING AND WHILE IT'S NOT GRAPHIC IT IS STILL INCEST SO PLEASE DON'T COME CRYING TO ME IF YOU READ IT AND CONSEQUENTLY ARE SCARED FOR LIFE>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On the upside I believe it's a really good chapter, so read on if you're not affraid....


CHAPTER 15

…He drew back his hand and hit him again, slamming his fist into the pale flesh trapped beneath him. Again and again he struck the reddening marks turning purple with each consecutive blow. The marble pale skin was now a patchwork of colour, bloodied lines sewing each new bruise together like stitching. The body beneath his trembled in excitement relishing each thump as if it a beat of his heart. In a flash of silver the blade he’d placed between his teeth for safekeeping was easily retrieved. With fingers tightly clenched around the handle he sliced with practiced precision. Stroke after stroke left reddening lines, the blood droplets pooling into a single river that ran down into the collection basin of his navel before spilling over and down his hips. The cruel hand that had twisted in his hair tore at the delicate fibers and yanked his head back as far possible. He couldn’t breath as his captive nipped at his throat before descending down across the wounds on his chest The wet muscle of his captives tongue delved in deeply to his navel sucking up the crimson bitterness with an almost loving possession.

He was just as hard as he’d been at the start. Those haunted eyes drawing from him an exquisite groan of want, and need his captive was only too willing to give. With ease he’d been flipped, his head slamming into the wall as his hands were caught tightly above his head. A rough palm had opened his legs, so wide he struggled to balance with his own heavy flesh pulsing between his legs. This pain he knew all to well. This blessed relief, this reward for all his sacrifices.

A scream tore from his throat as the dry, full cock slammed into his twitching hole. Unprepared for how much he’d missed this, tears unconsciously leaked from his eyes his breath stuck in his throat causing him to cough and choke. Oblivious to everything the pounding began, relentless and deep. His flesh tore with each thrust; the familiar trickle of warm crimson fluid running down the backs of his thighs to join the mess already spread on the sheets below him that had been dripping from his chest. His vision swam before his eyes, the patterned wallpaper his face was pressed against dampening with sweat. Nails dug into his back, tearing chunks of flesh from his thin frame as he was rode back and forth. Finally when release came he was begging for it, the name on his lips spilling over into a rapturous cry that might have woken the other inhabitants around them. Searing hot cream coated his abused passage making his legs tremble with pain and his vision explode in pinpricks of light. Shaking, and still hard he collapsed onto the bloodied surface listening acutely to the slowing breathing of his captive and feeling the weight of him lying down on top of him. Warm, metallic smelling breath wafted past his cheek as his captive spoke.

‘Remember who you’re master is.’ The voice wasn’t one he’d been expecting and he froze rigid beneath the heavy weight as reality set in. Not daring to even shake he sought out his wand on the box beside him. It was out of reach but close enough to grab should he need it. In the deathly silence he waited not daring to move until it was safe. Slowly his captive rolled off of him and for the first time in their brief liaison he looked at the picture beside him…

Severus Snape slowly eased himself out of bed wincing a little in disgust at the stickiness between his thighs as he shifted. Grabbing his wand he slowly dared to look back at Harry. The young wizard was sleeping fitfully, his face creased with confusion and his blood stained hands curled up impossible tight against his chest. A trick of blood ran from the corner of Harry’s mouth but it was the dark, thick black vile that dribbled from Harry’s nose that made Snape’s blood run cold. With his chest heaving in alarm Snape slowly grabbed for his robe and drew it over his abused body. He should have seen it, should have felt it at least. Harry had never been that forward not even when Snape had baited him before hand. Feeling suddenly very disgusted with himself Snape fought back a heave as he turned and left, leaving Harry tossing and turning violently in a bloodied mess of the bed.

Snape made sure to close and lock the door behind him as he stepped out onto the darkened landing. Taking a step down towards the kitchen and living room he stopped when a light source sparked from the top of the stairs above him. Snape winced in the light but as his eyes adjusted he focused on the pale-faced blonde sitting on the top step, his wand illuminating his sad expression.

“Why do you like those things?” Snape swallowed awkwardly as he stared into the sparkling blue eyes of Draco. Conscious of his state Snape drew the robe tighter around him, hiding the mess his body was in from Draco’s gaze.

“Because they make me feel better.” Snape whispered knowing that his excuse was lame, considering that he didn’t actually know himself why he enjoyed violence with his sex.

“You’re bleeding on the carpet.” Draco pointed to Snape’s legs sticking out from beneath the robe. Snape glanced down and saw that he had indeed dribbled onto the carpet.

“You should go back to bed Draco, I’ll make sure I clean up…” Snape took another step down towards the kitchen but Draco’s voice made him pause again.

“He’s already lost control hasn’t he?” Snape looked up at Draco in genuine fear, as he slowly nodded his head. Harry had lost control months ago, the boy never really having stood a chance. Voldemort was killing him and would soon rise up again and take from Harry what the boy had taken from him. “Would you like a bath?” Draco stood up from the top of the stairs and smiled sadly down at Snape, who at length sighed and nodded. “Come on then.” Loathed to give up some time alone downstairs, Snape begrudgingly followed Draco up to the young wizards bedroom. As much as he needed some time to think he also needed a wash and Draco’s offer was welcome.

Snape waited in Draco’s bedroom on two pieces of newspaper to stop from dripping while the boy ran the bath in the ensuite. When it was ready, Draco left Snape to his own devices as the blonde crawled back into bed to wait. Severus took his time bathing, enjoying full emersion having been deprived of cleanliness in Azkaban. Severus was pleased to see his toes had grown back, although the nails were still forming and his skin was new and white compared to the slightly brown flush of the rest of his body. His hair had grown back too and now cascaded over his shoulders the same length it had been before it had fallen out.

Finally having dried himself and healed a few of the deeper cuts on his chest Snape wandered back out into the bedroom. Draco was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand as he stared at the criss-cross patchwork of bruises and cuts on Snape’s chest. Snape returned Draco’s steady stare waiting for the blonde to say whatever he was thinking.

“I would have liked one of those.” Snape raised a calm but slightly surprised eyebrow at Draco as the boy’s gaze wandered down his body and down to where the towel wrapped around his waist did little to disguise his still turgid, unfulfilled cock. If Snape should have realized that it hadn’t been Harry’s actions tonight, it was that the boy would have never left him unfinished.

“You have one Draco.” Snape watched as Draco reached over to his trunk and tossed Snape a spare cotton sleep shirt that Snape thankfully pulled on to hide his scars.

“I know but it doesn’t work, not like that anyway.” Draco sounded slightly envious and Snape rolled his eyes as he shifted himself uncomfortably before sitting himself down on the bed beside Draco. Draco didn’t miss the hiss of pain that issued from Snape’s lips as he sat down, but the blonde chose not to comment.

“You’re using the potion though, if this is anything to go by.” Snape casually reached for the small collection of ‘wizarding pornographic magazines’ lying discarded under the corner of Draco’s bed.

“It’s not the same as having one that’s spontaneous. What I wouldn’t give to have a wet dream and my sheets to actually be wet when I wake up.” Snape snorted in amusement as he lay back across Draco’s bed so that he could smile up at Draco’s amused expression.

“Don’t wish your life away Draco.” Snape yawned and closed his eyes. There was silence for a moment before the bed shifted and Snape felt a warm firm palm come down to cup his erection through the cotton of his nightshirt. Snape’s eyes sprang open immediately to stare at Draco, who was now hovering over him.

“Draco.” Snape growled threateningly in his throat as he reached down and grabbed Draco’s wrist before prizing the fingers off his cock.

“What? You’ve let me do it before…” Draco smiled secretly at Snape who kept a tight grip on Draco’s wrist, as they boy tried to wriggle out of the hold.

“That was different Draco, we had no choice.” Snape wasn’t going to budge an inch but Draco managed to claw his hand free before he slung his leg over Snape’s body and pinned the man to the bed. Snape’s gaze darkened as he stared up at his blonde son, knowing that Draco had always desired him and envied Lucius desperately.

“Lucius let me do it to him, he let me watch too.” Draco challenged causing Snape to tut and roll his eyes dramatically.

“Lucius is sick.” Snape muttered darkly as Draco moved his hand back to Snape’s crotch and began massaging the still firm bulge of Snape’s earlier erection. “Stop it Draco.” Snape snapped sharply trying to dislodge Draco from his body but failing miserably with the pain he was still experiencing from earlier.

“Please, just for me. I promise I won’t touch…” Snape gritted his teeth in irritation as Draco grabbed his hand and having lifted the hem of the nightshirt to reveal Snape’s thickening cock placed the man’s hand hopefully on the member. “Please.” Draco begged his eyes swimming with hope in the candle lit room. Snape sighed heavily and closed his eyes. He’d promised himself he’d never do this, once had been bad enough but Snape was powerless to deny Draco anything despite how wrong it was.

“Fine, get in bed then.” Draco pounced off Severus and crawled back under the blankets of his bed. A little slower and with far less enthusiasm Snape crawled into the blankets beside his young charge and having got comfortable flicked his wand at the candles and plunged the room into darkness. Lifting his nightshirt to his waist Severus spread his legs to accommodate his swollen cock before he sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped his hand around the shaft. Draco shift immediately his sapphire eyes glowing in the dark as he nuzzled up to Snape’s side, one leg coming to rest in between Snape’s and his hand wrapping around the wrist of the hand Snape was going to use to pleasure himself. If Snape paused to think about it, there was nothing natural about Draco’s obsession with sex, the boy was incapable of the simple act of wanking without potion-induced help; it therefore stood to reason he’d shy away from all this nonsense. With another long sigh Snape closed his eyes and lost himself to the routine of pleasure, trying to block out his son’s inquisitive stare and praying silently that Harry Potter never found out….

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

A/N Well how was it? Not too graphic but enough to squick some of you out I'm sure....not if you're a Snape/Draco fan however. Anyway hope you're still enjoying it, Snape's going on a boat trip next and our Harry takes a turn for the worst...with devestating consequences.

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