Invictus

 

 

The shampoo had taken some of the grease out of his hair, and the new toothpaste had improved the colour of his teeth, but he was and would always be a man twenty-one years Potter’s senior, never the boy’s ‘type’.

 

He’d never been one to rely entirely on potions (or even magic, for that matter), preferring instead to have a backup plan to every option, and even backups for his backups. Knowledge wasn’t simply a white rabbit, constantly to be chased, but a means of survival; however, on this issue, he had completely exhausted all of his possibilities. This was his only option other than to risk facing the Dark Lord without a memory. He refused to repeat the throne room performance.

 

He rinsed with mouthwash and smoothed down his robes, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach. Flicking off his bathroom light, he headed to the cellar, where he’d kept Potter asleep all day. Stepping into the cage, he cast a wakefulness spell, then firmly said, “Bath time, Potter. You’ve slept late enough.”

 

Muttering under his breath, Potter slid out of bed and followed him down the hall.

 

At the bathroom door, Severus hesitated. If he followed Potter inside, the boy could become belligerent, making the potion less effective. However, he hadn’t cast the viewing spell, and the Dark Lord wouldn’t permit Potter to be left alone.

 

Reluctantly, he stepped inside.

 

Potter scowled. “Why are you in here?”

 

Severus moved as far away from Potter as he could in the small bathroom. In a bored tone he said, “If you drowned, intentionally or not, the Dark Lord would have my head.” He turned his face pointedly towards the potions cabinet.

 

Potter kept himself hidden as much as possible as he finished bathing and got dressed. They returned to Potter’s cage, where Severus spelled a breakfast meal on the table to maintain the illusion of morning.

 

Not wanting to take large chunks of memory if this went wrong, he walked over to the toiletries and made certain that they were all filled. He touched the mouthwash and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he glanced back at the table, taking note of how much of the meal Potter had eaten in case he needed to restart this attempt. He had no idea how he would go about restarting it, but he needed to have that option.

 

Carefully measuring his steps, he walked to the bed and sat down, popping open the aphrodisiac in his arm. He knew he shouldn’t use them at all, but even with Potter on the potion, he doubted he’d be able to perform completely sober.

 

Any minute now, the potion he’d planted in Potter’s food would kick in. He’d designed it go into effect shortly after Potter finished eating, but he couldn’t be certain of the exact time. He couldn’t be certain it would even work. Young had gone giggly and snuggled with the boxes of potion supplies, but if Young had had a full or empty stomach, or a natural propensity to react well to oxytocin or increased levels of serotonin....

 

Potter swivelled around to give Severus a quizzical glance.

 

Severus swallowed and said, “The Dark Lord has given me permission to use you between visits provided that I don’t cause you pain.”

 

His skin draining of colour, Potter blinked and lowered his toast. “I don’t-” He set the toast down on his plate. “Are you going to?”

 

Severus nodded. “Yes. The potion should take effect any minute now.”

 

“Potion?” Potter jumped to his feet, but his legs crumbled and he fell to the floor. His fingers moved, scrabbling over the floor, his chest heaving. “What did you give me, you bastard?” 

 

“Something to make it easier.” Knowing Potter wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight with the muscle relaxant taking hold, Severus stood and swept over to the boy. He picked him up easily, ignoring the weakened kicks and blows.

 

“Don’t touch me!”

 

If the oxytocin didn’t go into effect soon, this attempt wouldn’t be any more successful than the last.

 

Trying not to let his natural pessimism take over, Severus carefully set Potter down on the bedsheets and stepped away to remove his outer robe.

 

A low, deep moan emerged from Potter’s throat and he rolled over, rubbing himself against the sheets as he voiced his pleasure. 

 

Please, please, please let it last long enough...

 

Tossing his robe onto the chair, Severus climbed onto the bed and touched Potter’s hips, half expecting to be hit. When no rebuke came, he gently rolled him onto his back.

 

“Oh...” moaned Potter. “That’s exquisite.” His cheeks looked sunburnt, his eyes hot with lust, without a single flash of hate. He started to roll back onto his stomach and Severus caught him, pinning him in place with a leg.

 

Earlier that morning, Severus had reviewed the gay sex books to be certain he did this correctly. Foreplay first. The nipples are highly erogenous. He gently pushed up the jumper, carefully watching Potter’s face for any signs of distaste or potions complications.

 

“Soft,” gasped Potter, his eyes unfocused and his body undulating gently. His hands slid up, grabbing clumsily at Severus’s robes. Annoying, but better than being attacked. Severus worked steadily on the jumper around Potter’s clumsy fondling.

 

Potter’s fingers tangled in his hair and tugged on it. Hard.

 

Oblivious to the fact that he’d nearly scalped Severus, Potter groaned, “Soft. Silk.” Severus gritted his teeth. He’d had rougher sex, but he’d been interested in fucking those women. The aphrodisiac hadn’t yet taken effect and right now, pulling his hair just hurt. He managed to gently disentangle Potter’s hands from his hair, but then the boy went for his arms, grabbing and tugging on the fabric. This wasn’t going to work.

 

“Potter,” he warned as he caught the obnoxiously wandering hands and pinned them above Potter’s head. He cast a chaining spell, the words making Potter shiver.

 

“Ah!” Potter tugged on the bonds, his brow furrowing and an extremely childlike, quizzical look forming on his face, as though he were confused about what had happened to his hands.

 

Pushing the jumper up over Potter’s head, Severus shifted back to give himself access to Potter’s chest.

 

“Nice,” said Potter, rubbing his face against the jumper like a cat. “Verrrry nice.”

 

Even with the situation as serious as it was, Severus couldn’t help but smirk at the melted puddle of sensual happiness Potter had become. If the potion could work so well on someone so angry and upset, how would it work on a happy person?

 

Foreplay first. He needs to be relaxed.

 

Not quite aroused himself, he touched Potter’s feverishly warm shoulders, imagining the torso beneath him to be one with undeveloped breasts as he slowly slid his hands down the oddly soft, burning skin.

 

The vivid eyes locked with his own. Her eyes. Hadn’t he imagined her looking at him like this? Such pure, unadulterated lustful longing. To be needed. Desired more than anything else in the world.  

 

But he could never have her. She’d died because of him. He looked away.

 

Concentrate.

 

He touched Potter’s nipples, drawing an obscene groan. Perfect. If he could make Potter desperate with lust, the boy would be more likely to consent to penetration, even with his memory of the brutal rape.

 

“More....” moaned Potter breathlessly. “More....” 

 

Severus’s fingers moved, seeking out the patterns that drew the loudest groans from Potter’s throat. He’d never imagined that he could have a partner this responsive, this entranced by each tiny shift of his fingers.

 

He’d chosen an aphrodisiac that hardened him, but didn’t cloud his judgement. Because of that, he knew the coil tightening in his stomach wasn’t entirely due to the potion. Bending his head, Severus sucked one of the hard nipples into his mouth, teasing the puckered flesh lightly with his tongue.

 

Potter pressed against him, his pleasure voiced so loud, it seemed to echo throughout the room. How much of the pleasure was due to natural inclinations and how much was due to the potion? Either way, Severus had found a sweet spot. He smirked, the removal of his mouth drawing a haunted cry from Potter. He sucked in the other peak, using a hand to stimulate the first.

 

“W-wonderful. I have- to tell- Ginny.”

 

Ginevra Weasley? So the relationship rumours were true, as he’d suspected.  

 

“So fu-cking good.”

 

No objections so far. Severus sat up and fetched the special lubrication he’d prepared earlier. The analgesic hadn’t reacted well with the other components and had to be put in the lubrication, along with a scent to cause quick conditioning. If he did this right, just opening the lubrication jar would make Potter hard, helping Severus to reduce the dosage over time. Remembering how all the books had said plenty of lube was needed, he waved a chair over and set the jar on its seat after coating three of his fingers generously in the gel.

 

“Touch me! Touch me or I will hex you, you bastard!”

 

A request like that couldn’t be ignored. He pulled off Potter’s pyjama bottoms and gently nudged his legs apart.

 

“No.” Potter desperately shook his head, his limbs jerking. “It hurts. Not that.”

 

Great. He shouldn’t have interrupted the foreplay. He bent down to suck Potter’s nipple again and the boy gasped. “Ah!”

 

Slowly, so as not to alarm Potter, Severus slid his hand up Potter’s inner thighs.

 

“My cock,” Potter groaned, his hips lightly thrusting, his erection thick and dark red. “My cock, touch my cock.”

 

Severus cast the lubrication and cleaning spells, then gently pressed his finger up against Potter’s anus and pushed inside.

 

It slid in easily, drawing a gasp from Potter that sounded to be composed of surprise rather than pain. He didn’t object, so Severus added a second, amazeed at how easily it sank in. Potter was probably more relaxed than he’d ever been.

 

“Odd,” muttered Potter, his hips softly gyrating as Severus thrust his fingers in and out, trying to open him up. He needed to take this slowly.

 

“My cock,” whinged Potter. “You missed it!” He thrust his hips faster, his precome-covered cock bobbing.

 

Lifting his head, Severus teased, “Impatient boy.” With Potter wiggling so much, finding the prostate wasn’t as easy as it had been before.

 

“Ah.... Give me your mouth.”

 

If it would make him behave. Severus closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Potter’s surprisingly soft ones. Potter moaned, a tiny, almost embarrassed sound, his eyelashes fluttering against Severus’s cheek as his mouth worked sloppily over Severus’s. He tasted like his breakfast: orange juice and eggs.

 

There. Was that spongy yet firm bit of flesh it? Severus pushed his fingers against it and received a cry of pleasure as reward. They broke the kiss and Potter licked his lips.

 

“You’re a better kisser than Draco.” 

 

What the hell? Draco and Potter hadn’t had a relationship, had they? Lucius would’ve skinned Potter alive. Unless that was why Lucius was so angry? No, Potter was straight. Wasn’t he? “Excuse me?” 

 

Potter growled and his hips worked fast. “Move! Touch me in there!”

 

Potter was out of his mind. Who knew what sort of twisted delusions were running through that thick head? Severus added a third finger, fucking Potter with them as he spread them out, trying to stretch the tight flesh. Slipping one finger in had been easy, but it would take a lot of work before he could slip his cock inside.

 

“I’m go-” gasped Potter, “gonna die.” 

 

Severus stopped. An allergic reaction? Shit! He should have given Potter a tiny dose! Potter’s pulse felt fast, but not dangerously so. His temperature, always hot, remained in the normal range. His breath came quickly, but evenly. What was wrong?

 

Potter gasped. “My cock...”

 

Oh, he was just incredibly randy.

 

“Please . . . touch me....”

 

He must have been desperate to beg, which meant he was probably ready. Severus pulled out his fingers and released the chains binding Potter’s hands. He wouldn’t be able to do it if he had to look at her eyes.

 

Potter launched himself at Severus, wrapping around him and humping him, his limbs quivering like the boy was some sort of wanton octopus. As carefully as he could, Severus disentangled himself and turned Potter around, placed him on his knees, then stretched his hands high above his head and chained him there. 

 

“Need....”

 

Severus kissed the warm skin on the back of Potter’s neck and teased his nipples. If he concentrated, he could pretend he was having sex with a short-haired, oddly shaped woman.  Not that his erection needed help.

 

Potter gasped, “My cock....” His body was trembling. “Touch my cock.”

 

He touched Potter’s thighs, expecting to need to do a bit more stretching, but Potter spread his legs and pressed back against him. “Touch me there.”

 

Consent at last, even though it came from a drug-addled mind. He’d been so focused on his task, he’d ignored the heavy press of his full cock against his pants. He freed himself, not needing extra help from the aphrodisiac as he pressed his prick up against Potter’s hole and hoped that he’d used enough lube and done enough stretching.

 

“No, not that.”

 

He’d come too far to stop. Concentrating on moving slowly, he pressed inside just as he closed his hand over Potter’s cock, squeezing lightly. Groaning softly, Potter tilted back his head and didn’t try to pull away. Gently, slowly, Severus stroked the massive cock, letting Potter do most of the thrusting as the boy impaled himself, his warm body clenching Severus’s cock tightly. Stifling a groan, careful to be sure he didn’t cause Potter pain, Severus carefully pressed back. Once he was certain he couldn’t slip out, he teased Potter’s nipple with his free hand and was rewarded with a sharp cry.

 

Fear and hesitation lost, Potter fucked himself wantonly. Oh Merlin, that felt good. Bloody hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone writhe on his cock so enticingly. Severus grabbed Potter’s hips and fucked him.

 

With each deep stroke, Potter screamed his pleasure so loud and so sharp, Severus would have thought him faking had their encounter been consensual. It was a bit ridiculous and his ears burned. He’d received a few compliments before, but no one was that good. 

 

Shifting slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, he found a spot that made Potter scream, “FUCK!” He thrust his hips again, harder, and more filth and obscenity fell from Potter’s lips with each inward stroke, most of it dissolving into gibberish.

 

He’d just gotten into a good rhythm when Potter’s body clamped painfully tight around him and he could do nothing but sit there, holding Potter whilst the boy screamed and tremors tore through his body. As suddenly as the onslaught had begun, it was over and Potter hung limp. For a split second, Severus thought he’d injured the boy. A second later he realised that he’d witnessed the most intense orgasm he’d ever seen.

 

He was a potions genius! If he found a way to market this thing (under a pseudonym, of course), he’d be rich. Triumphant, he held Potter in place and fucked his arse, his strokes quickening as the pressure built in his balls. With the help of the aphrodisiac, it didn’t take long before orgasm crashed into him, stealing his breath and spreading warmth throughout his body.

 

Perfect. He couldn’t imagine a better vision with which to distract the Dark Lord. Holding Potter securely, he released the chains and lowered them both to the bed. One of the books said that pulling out could be just as painful as insertion, so he let his cock soften inside Potter’s arse as he subtly checked his vital signs.

 

Heart rate normal, breathing normal, and no tooth grinding, which was a known side effect. Potter’s throat would likely be sore in the morning if it wasn’t already. Had the orange juice contained enough antioxidants? Would the restorative potion he’d slip in Potter’s next meal properly re-balance his serotonin? Perhaps he’d given the boy too much potion. After all, the textbooks said that the body needed time to recover from the loss of serotonin.

 

Potter let out a contented little sigh, and Severus finally let himself relax. He’d done it. He’d found a way to rape Potter without feeling like a rapist in the moment. Potter would probably be furious when his senses returned, but if this little show meant that he wouldn’t be abused in the throne room, it was worth it.