How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Grant closed his eyes for just a moment thinking of what he needed to do as he kept a tight grip on the younger man’s arm. He wasn’t about to let him sneak off into the dark. Severus was trying to pull away, desperately wanting to do nothing more than disappear into the night.


“Be still hon, you are not going anywhere. I know what will happen if I turn you loose.” Grant said softly as he pushed him down into a chair and turned towards the tent.


“Damon, I need you out here.” He called quietly; he didn’t want to wake anyone else up with this. He looked back at Severus and felt his heart breaking at the resigned look on the other man’s face. Oh what he’d give for a bit of time alone with that boy’s real father, he couldn’t believe what some people could do to their children.


His Master and husband ducked out under the tent flap, rubbing the sleep from his weary eyes and not looking too happy.


“What the hell is it Grant?” he growled, not yet noticing Severus sitting hunched over in a chair, by now rocking himself and muttering things quietly.


Grant just nodded at Severus and sighed.


“I found him sneaking out of camp Sir, he’s like he was that time last summer.”


Damon rolled his eyes and hung his head. This was just what he wanted to deal with at two am, a grown man too mentally broken to know it was okay that he touched himself. He pulled up a chair next to Severus and put a hand on his shoulder, noticing how badly the boy flinched at the contact, great, he must have seen his father at some point in the past year. He kept his hand in place and waited a moment.


Ron had heard the commotion outside the tent and was watching the scene unfolding around the table where they’d had dinner earlier. He was trying to figure out what was wrong with Snape and what the other two where talking to him about. He’d never seen the older man act anything like this, like he was afraid.


Severus kept his eyes focused on his hands in his lap, not wanting to meet the faces of the people he didn’t want to disappoint again. He was ashamed of the way he was, he couldn’t help, it was all he knew. He couldn’t touch himself, it wasn’t allowed, it made him dirty, made him weak, that was what his father had told him each time he gave him a lesson.


“Severus what happened with Harry?” Damon asked gently as Grant stood behind the boy and stroked his hair to try to sooth him.


“He fell asleep, he’s tired.” The younger man answered woodenly.


“What about just rubbing against his thigh Sev?” Grant asked “Then it isn’t like touching yourself.”


The black haired man shook his head furiously. “No no…if Harry isn’t awake he can’t consent and if he doesn’t consent it’s rape.”


“Sev….” Damon began, damning the younger man’s stringent, albeit somewhat warped sense of morals.


“I can’t, it isn’t right.” Severus whispered as he looked at him, desperately wanting the other man to understand why he had to do what he had to do. “Please let me go now.”


Grant stood back a moment and looked down at him.


“Empty your pockets first Severus. I want to see what I am going to have to deal with when we find you.” He said bitterly. The last time Severus had decided to deal with his arousal, he’d come too close to castrating himself to make the urge go away. The damn boy wouldn’t let anyone touch him either, especially since he’d begun seeing Harry, considered it cheating.


Severus shook his head no, he didn’t want anyone to see. Damon stood and practically yanked him up out of the chair and nodded to Grant to empty the pockets.


The man stuck his hand into a back pocket and pulled out a vampire glove, looked at it closely and swore as he realized that it had been modified. Instead of blunt teeth, Severus had made them sharp and barbed, intending to cause as much pain and damage with little effort as possible to make his erection go away.


“Hell no Sev, absolutely not.” Damon growled as he went back into his tent and returned with a belt.


Severus stood with his head down, lost in his memories now, going back to the horrible afternoon his father had found him exploring his changing body. Severus shook as he remembered the scathing, hateful words; a whimper escaping as he remembered his father forcing him to touch himself while he was whipped bloody with an willow switch and then a leather belt. Shaking harder as he remembered that lessoned being delivered like clockwork once a week when he was at home. He’d never touched himself again after that, he’d use pain and abuse to take care of his needs, the lessons had been well learned.


“Severus, you have a choice baby,” Grant murmured as he held the younger man from behind, feeling his body shaking as it was racked with tearless, soundless sobs. The raven haired man looked up with haunted eyes and waited.


“You can go in our tent and…touch yourself without hurting yourself, or Damon will take care of it for you.” Grant said as he stroked the younger man’s hair back from his worried brow, wishing that Harry hadn’t fallen asleep, but he knew it was normal if someone were pregnant. Actually he wished Severus would tell his lover why he wouldn’t touch himself, and then maybe this wouldn’t happen anymore.


In the past twelve years, he’d had to heal the younger man several times after something got him too aroused to just leave it alone. The stubborn brat wouldn’t use magic to take care of things either, the one time Grant had suggested using a charm, Severus had used his wand to deliver the Cruatious to himself instead of physical punishment. He had no idea what he did while he was away teaching and to be honest the idea frightened him.


“I can’t Grant…I can’t” he whispered brokenly, trying to gather comfort from the other man’s encompassing arms as he slumped back into them. He heard Grant sigh and was once again ashamed of his weakness, his father was right, he was dirty.

Ron watched open mouthed, the git wouldn’t have a wank? What on earth was his problem? He looked down and thought about waking his wife, but then thought it might not be a good idea. She’d surely be in the middle of it trying to fix it.


He wondered where Harry was during this, he knew he didn’t sleep that sound.

“Do you want us to go wake up Harry?” Damon asked, he really didn’t want to have to do what it looked like he was going to have to. It saddened him to no end to see what Orion Snape had done to his son, and what made it worse was that he knew that given half a chance the elder Snape would still abuse the boy. And Severus being who he was and raised as he had been would simply stand there and take it, thinking it was his burden to bear.


“No Sir, he’s worn out.” Severus said, his voice distant, he was lost in his mind now, the abused boy coming through to help him one more time as he faced his demons. He closed his eyes, retreating from the gaze of the older Dom.


Damon looked at Grant and nodded sadly, he’d have to do it. Grant arranged Sev’s body so that he was going to be braced by the older man, his arms crossed over his chest as Grant placed one long arm around his chest to hold him, pinning his arms to his body. Severus’ head fell back and was cradled on Grant’s shoulder, his free hand stroking his hair back and stroking his cheek. The older man spoke softly in his ear.


“It’ll be over in a minute Sev, shhh….it’s going to be okay. I have you, feel my arms baby boy. Remember how much we love you Sevvie, don’t stop remembering that.”


Grant held him and tried to sooth him, keep him from paniacing when Damon undid his pants and pulled them down over his jerking hips. He wished with all his heart he could have saved this boy from the torment that had been delivered him as he grew up. He kissed the black hair and ran his fingers over it in an attempt to soothe as he continued to reassure the struggling man.


Severus was close to hyperventilating now, his pants were down and he was exposed, this is when father would hurt him the worst.


“Please father..” he whispered hoarsely, begging “I’ll be good. I didn’t touch.”

Damon gritted his teeth at the whispered pleas and nodded to Grant, he was ready. He doubled the belt in half and took careful aim and delivered one sharp smack to the tip of the man’s swollen, blackish-purple prick. The scream that rent the air was quickly muffled as Grant clamped his hand over the younger man’s mouth, his body wrenched into an backwards arc from the shock and pain. Damon nodded as he saw the erection wilt almost immediately, and helped Grant as Severus’ knees began to buckle under him, his eyes rolled back as he passed out of consciousness. Together they lowered him to the ground and laid him out.

“What the fuck was that?” Ron demanded as he bulled his way out of the tent and stood protectively over the unconscious form of his best friend’s mate. He was horrified and unbelieving as he quickly replayed what he’d just witnessed in his mind.


Damon looked up tiredly and growled.


“Shut up about things you know nothing about, boy.”


Grant ignored them both as he knelt down and stroked Severus’ face and then accioed a jar of healing salve from his tent to rub into the tender and bruised flesh. After using the salve, he worked the younger man’s pants back up over his hips and tucked the now quiescent flesh into the fly, but left it open for his comfort.


“Well explain it to me,” the red head demanded as he watched the two old men work together to make Snape comfortable there on the ground.


Grant looked at Damon and shrugged, he was tired and maybe if the hostile brat understood some things, he’d leave Harry and Severus alone.


“I’m not telling you anything while Sev is laid out here on the ground,” he said as he raised a vial of a healing potion infused with a sleep potion to the younger man’s lips and trickled it slowly into his mouth, rubbing his throat as he swallowed it drop by drop.


Damon started to kneel down by Severus again, getting an arm under his shoulders and started to get one under his knees when Grant stopped him.


“You know you can’t Sir, I’ll go get Max to carry him.” He said as Ron watched and then stepped in.


“Oi, I’ll do it,” he said quietly. He knelt down and looked carefully at the soundly sleeping man. It was like looking at a stranger, he didn’t know this person, this person that would rather endure what he’d just witnessed than wake his boyfriend for a wank.


“Be careful with him, Mr. Weasley,” Grant said as he helped the young man arrange the other in his arms and stand. “Just lay him in next to Harry, he’ll be okay by morning.”


Ron nodded and slowly made his way to the tent where his best friend was sleeping. He entered and looked down at Harry fast asleep amid the covers and then laid Severus next to him, amazed as Harry immediately sensed the presence of his mate and curled his body around him. He tipped his head to one side and smiled to himself, Harry looked happy, and after all these years and everything that had happened between them, that was all Ron wanted for him.


He turned and exited the tent of his former boyfriend and his fiancé, making his way back to the old couple to get answers for his questions.