The Morning Star

A/N I made a little oath to myself, to commemorate this day with an update, no matter what. Childish, I know ;). Still it is my little ode to obsession and rebellion against the festival of amour.
Thank you so much for reading my ramblings. Especial thanks to abbi cee , Of a Slytherin Nature, EvaNone. I've read and reread your reviews like a million times. It is far more addictive than chocolate!
Oh, and no worries if you know nothing about the twelve kingdoms. Everything that needs to be known will be explained in due time.

Chapter 2

New Arrangement

“What are you doing out of bed my dear Serverusss? “

Lord Voldemort smiled upon seeing the twist his little traitor had made, a flash of surprise that crossed his beautiful face, a sudden, but not genuine bow that was so shallow it could hardly be called one and if the glister of sweat and the slight twitching of Severus muscles were anything to went by for some reason seemed to require not a little amount of energy.

“… My… Lord, I was not aware that your preferred color is white.” He finally heard that mocking velvet reply. Severus’ old voice and his new body were definitely a sinful combination decided lord Voldemort, while inspecting the makeshift dress.

“I find this colour mossst fitting under these circumstancesss.” He finally said, and then looking straight into spy’s eyes added “… but for further referensss it actually black.”

Dark Lord was very pleased to see a glimpse of surprise touch them. “…Indeed. I’ll be sure to remember that.” His sweet drawled out.

“Oh, I know that you will. But tell me ….SSeverusss. Could it be that the clothes I had specifically made just for you were not up to your liking?”

The man blanched and it was definitely not only from anger.

“I must say…your taste is … exquisite, dark lord. But … I’d…I very much prefer my old attire.” There was but a hint of mockery this time in Severus tone, his every word was carefully measured. But, no matter how sweet a sight of his traitor wrapped in sheets was, this was not something he could talk his way out of.

“… I’ll choose ssomething for you.”

Lord Voldemort headed towards the wardrobe and saw his bubble of golden light take a step towards the door, ready to flee and bump into the barrier. ‘A lingerie then’.

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He stared uncomprehending, at the it-that-should-not-exist in He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named hands. He must have died and went straight into the crazy perverse hell or into depraved alternative universe, where dark lord was insane and wanted him to were the it-… That was the most logical explanation anyway. Maybe if, he will ignore it long enough “the it-’” will disappear. Yeah, right and the Dark Lord will disappear along with “the it- “.

“Regrettably, silver doesn’t go with my complexion. It is the color that goes more with a light shade of scale green rather than pale...”

He had’t just said it out, loud had he?

“Isss that a no, my… traitorous little ssspy?” – Voldemort’s voice and expression told him that he was walking of very thin ice.

It was hard to think while that foul evil sickening aura warped his senses, and the shock from seeing the silver thing that was offered for him to wear was also not helping – that he had already proved, by opening his mouth - but he was not so far gone as not to understand the implications of the sentence. His blood froze in the veins, and he cursed himself for not breaking that damned mirror then he had a chance.

Bracing himself he smirked and did the one another foolish Gryffindorish thing he had really wanted to say for years.

“Try your best, you sick bastard.”

XXX

The moment he saw Severus’ pose change Lord Voldemort cursed himself. He had intended to play with little traitor slightly longer, a lot longer, but Severus was just too good at pushing the wrong buttons. But, if it was time for the main event, then he was sure to enjoy it as much as possible.

“Oh, be sure I will Severussss…” Dark Lord hissed moving further and further till his prey was pressing against the wall. Clearly, his pet hadn’t expected physical assault.

“I will try my besst, my dearessst…”Voldemort whispered, voice hoarse from the thought that it was his mere presence that made the proud spy tremble with pain and, hopefully, fear.

“I will try and try until you scream your sexy voice out…” He pressed his hardness at Severus’ tight and was awarded by the look of pure disbelief and panic. A genius at pushing all the wrong buttons, his pet was, indeed…

Forcing pet’s hands above the head with his one hand and strangulating his delicate neck with another he waited for the sweet warm cavern to open and plunged snake like tongue into it. Hissing from pleasure Voldemort released the grip on the neck – so small and so easy to break - and let it slide through the silky hair. Suddenly a sharp pain pierced his tongue – his own liquid flowed into Severus’ mouth – and after a few minutes the resistance that the dark lord was facing ceased. Confused he held limp body against the wall. A few minutes passed, till the haze the heat subsided and he noticed that his pet’s light was dimming in geometric progression. Dark Lord cursed and angrily hissing brought the creature to bed.

XXX

Severus Snapes’ dreams were hectic and filled with terror. Unclear and confusing they left him drained and drowning. With a gasp he woke up – trying to catch breath and found himself staring at the wet cold cheesecloth in his lap. He was wearing some makeshift robe from sheets and sitting in something that seemed to be bed. Suddenly memories rushed in and he felt ill. Half running half crawling he somehow managed to rush into the bathroom and dry heaved there. A burning taste of acid was in his mouth – but it was nothing compared to that sweet metallic taste in his mouth, the sickening smell and fear, that overflowed his body at the sheer memory of it. Then Snape came back to his senses he found himself kneeling on the marble floor.

What was wrong with him!? The ability to feel auras and his changed appearance – he had become younger for god’s sake! Physical inability to kneel before Voldemort, the fear – no, terror - of blood …　- the effects he had faced so far, were too random to be caused by some curse, potion or even a variation of them.

And, oh god, Dark Lord … He expected torture and death – not ... this. Why had that … thing done … that. As things had been, it was as if lord Voldemort wanted to have …him. While he was aware that in theory this prospect was possible, he had never bothered to find out how in detail two male managed to copulate. It was useless information as far as he was concerned. At least the intercourse between a male and a female brought some fruits. Or was he overlooking something? No one had ever wanted him, this was…impossible and well a thought …beyond ridiculous. But, the feeling of helplessness and wrongness that followed dark lords’ touches still filled his heart with dread and unreasonable need to wash oneself.
To wash the touches, but more so to rinse the blood from his mouth …

Rocking back and forth on the marble floor – the man finally gave into the illogical need – his moment of weakness - and stepped under the cold short shower.

XXX

Cold and drenched and once again wrapped in the sheet - he stepped out of the bathroom.
A small note and a crimson rose was lying on the table. It said:
‘Dear Severus, we are going to have a dinner tonight. I have lifted the spell, so that you may leave your apartments. The door outside on the right leads to the dinning hall. Please Me and I might behave.’

It was not optional. Why couldn’t it have been just a simple old crucifix curse … But now was not the time to play a Gryffindor – male shuddered at the thought of there his last attempt had led him to. Composing his posture Snape sneered at his own undecidedness and headed towards the dreaded wardrobe.

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‘Clearly, I have been underestimated…’ thought He-who-must-not-be-named then a door had opened and his prisoner came in. Though he hadn’t truly believed the man will appear only in the silver lingerie the sight before one’s eyes exceeded any expectations. Trying his best to keep emotions at check he finally said:

“My dear, you do underssstand that it is an obvioussss invitation to undresss you...”

Little traitor’s eyes widened and he took a step back. Now that was not nice. Frowning the dark lord stood up, but then heard music:

“I’ll rather do it myself, my Lord…” Mocking and obviously falsely indifferent voice went straight into his heart and lower regions. ‘Indeed…’ he thought, looking at the idle, long, elegant and shivering fingers loosening countless of strings and dropping one semi permeable robe after another. ‘It seems that it was I who belittled Severus after all.’

Finally, the bundle of light stood only in a knee-length bare handed black robe and simple grey socks.

“Do you require assistance, Severusss?”

Inquired Lord Voldemort then those long fingers ceased to move. ‘The assistance’ part came out quite hoarse and implied a lot of things , but considering the state his groin was in, that articulate sentence alone was already an admirable achievement.

Hearing him the pet paled, but then to composed himself and sneered:

“I believe we were about to have dinner, my Lord.”

This might have been for the better, decided Voldemort and nodded, no longer trusting his voice. Already was the dark lord about to press the man against the wall and fuck him mercilessly. And while that prospect alone was really tempting it most likely led to crushing that mysterious magical energy, before it’s nature had been reveled and it could be used for His purpose.

XXX

Finally, they were sitting near the dining table. While he did not mind the fact that his little pet had noticed his erection – it was hard to miss after all, the fear that reflected in Severus’ eyes upon seeing the bulge did nothing to help it. Unconsciously, he motioned to little traitor asking him to come closer and for once the pet actually obeyed trembling with discomfort and pale, and oh so edible. What followed was and embarrassing hiss and a stain on his robes, that He quickly vanished with a flick of wand. Though, the look of utter horror on Severus’ face, had almost been worth the shame He felt – concluded the lord Voldemort.

The enormous dining hall was wallowing in shadows. Amused Lord Voldemort noted that the darkness seemed to had put his pet at ease. How peculiar, a creature of light loved shadows. More so, from the calculating mechanical slices his little traitor has been cutting the fruits into for the last five minutes it was obvious to the Dark Lord that Severus has been either scheming something, weighting his choices or at least gathering his courage.
Intrigued He decided not to disturb little traitor’s plans. Finally, Lord Voldemort’s patience was rewarded:

“It was because of the information that I managed to give to the Order of the Phoenix that the last five raids have fallen.” Came a statement out of blue. Shock, confusion and anger overflowed the Dark Lord’s veins.

“My testimony had 27 of your servants arrested and put into Azkaban.” Continued the man in a cold, bored voice. Lord Voldemort raised his wand and was about to cast a crucio spell, then suddenly a realization hit him.

“I have not killed you for your treachery you believe that I kill you for a confession?” His pet paled. It was surprisingly easy to play him, now that Dark Lord knew of pet’s Gryffindor side.

“However, your attempt to trick me and to cause harm on yourself has made me very sad pet.” Severus’ skin was actually grey now and Lord Voldemort – cursed His own returning erection. However, the sudden rush of lust brought the Dark Lord a brilliant idea.

“Fear not Severusss, I will not hurt you…” He took a knife and started playing with it.

The only indication that he was listening was Serverus’ white knuckles.

“...won’t shed a tiny drop of your precious blood, but you have to kisss me.” The man’s hands started shaking and he pressed them together. A soft touch of those sinful lips was both His answer and His reward.

XXX

Severus Snape collapsed the moment Lord Voldemort left him standing near the enormous bed.

As is through a thick mist he had been led back into the luxurious suite. Black spots kept dancing in his vision, ant the foul twisted aura interfered with his breathing.
Still wanting to spite his own instincts that led him to a dreaded fall he let the foul creature touch his bare arms, and kiss his neck, he even ignored the filthy hand that made it’s way under the hem of robe. The terror those touches had brought was a physical stabbing pain in his legs, arms and heart – and he welcomed it. Severus forehead was on fire and his consciousness was about to burst from one burning bright spot, but the broken pride filled his body with lead.

‘A pathetic, spineless, useless creature, a wimp, a freak, Snivellius…’ words ran and ran trough his head filling his heard with contempt and self hatred. Unconsciously he raised his own head that hanged low and with focus less eyes stared at his own disheveled reflection. A sudden idea had crossed man’s mind – and the bounding fear flamed anew. Angry at himself a man rushed across the room and slammed both fists into the reflection.

Terrified he stared at the red drops hitting the floor. He was hyperventilating. The smell and the color of the liquid were sickening and seemed to suck consciousness out of him – but deep inside he welcomed these sensations with a vindictive glee.

And had the man known that the feelings of self-hatred and self-contempt were by far more damaging and hazardous to his essence than any dark lord’s touch could ever hope to be, he would have probably welcomed those all the more.