One Side of the Coin

Chapter 2:

The next two days Snape behaved like nothing had happened at all. He didn't ask what happened with his little surprise package and ignored the rumours that spread around like wildfire.
The students gossiped about strange crying in the infirmary and of course nobody had the idea to ask Professor Snape, not that he would have answered. He simply did his best to forget the incident, every try of Madam Pomfrey to talk with him were blocked.
Until Dumbledore called him to his office.

Dumbledore smiled at him when he entered.
"Severus, sit down. There's your tea. A tofe- oow!" The old man looked down at his lap at something nearly out of his visitor's sight. The headmaster tried his best to entangle the tiny fingers from his beard. "No darling, my beard's no toy. Let go, will you?" -
The little girl, now equipped with an awfully gryffindor-red baby overall, obviously had other ideas and gurgled angrily.
"Don't pout Lierin, look who's here, your Daddy." The potions master nearly chocked on his tea. Before he could prevent it, Albus' agility was really astonishing, and the next moment the baby was put in Snape's lap. Baby and man eyed each other with matching distrust but thankfully the girl didn't start the screaming again.
"Albus, you cannot be serious!"
"Poppy made a test using one of your blood-samples and you are really this little one's father." Why did Severus get the impression that his mentor was glowing with hardly concealed malicious joy?
"This is simply impossible, that is a very bad joke and you know it."
"Sorry, but Poppy double-checked the results. Isn't there anything you want to tell me, hm? No idea with whom you slept about ten months ago?"
Now the old man was completely off his rocker.
"I don't do women and I don't have or ever had a relationship with anyone in the related timeperiod. It is impossible...."
"Impossible is sitting on your lap and ruining your fine robes." He watched the baby why it was suckling away on them.

Why did he get the impression that Dumbledore knew more than he wanted to admit? Absentmindedly Severus tried to save his clothing from baby spit. The only sexual intercourse he could remember in the months possible had been on Death Eater business. He shuddered. It wasn't one of his favourite memories.

-Flashback-

Snape sighed and closed the dungeon doors. The cell was nearly empty. Only it's current occupant and the very unwilling Potions Master where in it. The prisoner was a naked young man and held himself in a foetal position, arms clutching his bony knees to the meagre chest.
If it wasn't for the weak but steady rising of his chest, he could have been mistaken for a corpse. Snape shook his head. He didn't care much for his students but he was no friend of abuse and torture (anymore). This boy, not really a man, couldn't be older than seventeen or eighteen but his back was a mosaic of year old nearly faded scars and new, still bleeding scraps and welts.
As beaten, dirty and bruised as the younger man was, the newcomer couldn't make out his features. The eyes where swollen shut and a dark purple bruise disfigured the face. The one thing that startled the older man most was the white hair, the colour nearly invisible under all the smut. One moment he feared that it was Draco Malfoy lying at this cold stone floor but he had met the young Slytherin in the morning at his manor and the smell and dirt on this pitiful figure here indicated a longer stay in this unhealthy environment. Snape suppressed a sigh.
Back to business if one could call it like that.

He circled the boy with his usual gliding stance, keeping silent. He knew from experience that this alone was torture already. He forced himself to think like a proper Death Eater. Albus' voice rang in his ears. There will be some casualties if we want to win the war. And this boy had casualty printed over his forehead. Snape smiled bitterly.
In the late evening Malfoy senior had contacted him and had told him that their Lord had a special task for his loyal Potions brewer. Snape had instantly known what this meant. Being a scientist rather than a soldier he was seldomly requested to participate in raids, the 'little staff meetings' not counted. Soldiers can be replaced but finding another equally excellent Potions Master would be tricky. But once in a while Voldemort wanted to make sure that he hadn't gone soft.
Lucius had smiled: "Our Lord wants this prisoner broken, and quickly so. The usual techniques don't work, we need him in a halfway good condition and with your special tastes you might have success."
In other words: he should rape a male. It wasn't unusual for the Dark Lord`s minions to have sex, both consensual and non-consensual, with another person of the same gender, but Severus' exclusive tendencies towards men set him apart. Voldemort preferred his followers to marry and to produce little Death Eaters and was homophobic when it came to gays. So this could be seen as a test as well as a sick sort of remuneration for services rendered.

The boy gave no sign that he was aware of his presence. Snape bent down and pulled the head of his victim forcefully upwards. No point in trying to heal or even clean the younger one, he couldn't show weakness.
Snape put on his best ´I am evil` face that used to scare first years senseless and jerked. A startled and hoarse groan was the only reaction he got.
"Enervate"
The boy flinched and tried to escape. The skin under all the dirt looked smooth and soft, sleek muscles soon gave up the struggle. Snape could count the ribs. Malnutrition? That didn't fit the 'quick' interrogation Lucius had spoken about.
The movements of the white haired boy's limbs looked pained, courtesy to Cruciatus and other tortures, but the grace shone trough and awakened Snape's sexual hunger. Very well. Something he could concentrate on.
One more pull and their faces where on one level. Snape pressed his thump brutally at the other one's lips and forced them open.
Another struggle to free himself and a gurgle deep down the throat.
A hard kiss and a lick square over the mangled face. A bite in the long neck.
Hands were tugging uselessly on his robes. The next moment sharp teeth sank into Severus' hand.
He backhanded the boy who winced and slammed down to the floor. Severus couldn't make out the exact expression in his bloodshed eyes but there were no tears, only defiant resistance.
What a waste of material"¦.