Misplaced Trust

hey everyone SOOOOOOO sorry for the long wait... my boss had me work through thanksgiving til today god damn... i needed to post this now since this is the first chance ive had...

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leValkyrie - i am so glad you decided to read this and this is a pairing that i cant seem to find that isnt about rape or torcure and i hope you like what else we have in store

Babymomma2fo - i think Voldy would have a very nice baby he he he


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Severus sat up abruptly, his head pounding and his throat constricting. Damn it all, he was so bloody tired of these nightmares. He'd relived the worst parts of his life so many times, one would think he would be used to it by now. Phasma was sitting next to him awake already. He had become accustom to waking before Severus when he had a nightmare.

"Are you going to tell me what this one was about? Or are you going to hide it again?" Severus looked away. It wasn't that he wanted to hide his past...but it hurt so much to talk about it. To say aloud how he'd been used and dirtied. Phasma looks at him for a few moments then stood up walking to the fireplace. He poked at the dying fire. Soon the flames were once again high.

"I feel like you almost enjoy being tormented by those nightmares with how you hold them so close to you." Phasma turns looks to look at Severus. He knew that this would either make Severus break up with him or make him angry enought to tell him what it was he was having nightmares about. "Maybe you get off on the thought of being used like an old tissue." Severus felt pain lance through him at Phasma's words, but he knew what the boy was doing.

One could not be a spy for thirty years without learning how to read people.

"If you are...so eager to learn my taint...far be it for me to keep it from you." he said quietly. Phasma walks over.

"Then tell me. You know of my past you think i cant handle it." Severus sighed heavily.

"I briefly mentioned...when I lost my temper with you previously..." Phasma sits next to him holding his hand.

Severus allowed his mind to wander back down dark paths he'd fought so hard to avoid. .He remembered going to that room...Dumbledore's kindness...

~~Severus paused at the door, turning to Dumbledore, doubt in his eyes.

"They will...pardon me?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Of course they will. They have given their words. They need only meet you and hear your story." he said quietly and Severus felt himself bolstered with those words.

He raised his chin as Dumbledore opened the thick oaken door. Severus stepped in, unnerved slightly when he heard the door shut behind him, knowing Dumbledore could not be with him for this. The room was a circular one, with around thirty people spread around the perimeter watching him. He swallowed as one stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"About time." He said in a gravelly voice.

He led Severus into the center of the room, where he must have been hit with a stunner because he remembered nothing until he opened his eyes to find himself bound into a sitting position on the floor, gagged and naked. He looked around wildly as the men in the room chuckled at his shock. He tried in vain to rise, but whatever magic was imbued within the ropes on his wrists, it held him fast. His first inkling of what was to come came with the smell of burning wood. He tried to turn, but the fire was behind him and he could not see it.

The agonizing burning against his spine certainly got his attention though he cried out, the gag muffling the sound as the men laughed. Several of them came forward, taking up- of all things- iron brands. They pressed them into the skin of his back, thighs, and chest until he could no longer feel them. As he breathed heavily, his body surely in shock, he looked down and the markings and realized that they were actual brands. Family markings for the wizarding elite who had chosen to side with Dumbledore. He swallowed, his tongue swollen and dry in his mouth. He groaned past the gag and pulled at his arms, hoping they would release him. But they did not. They tittered amongst themselves like a flock of stupid birds and Severus dropped his head. He could feel blood, sticky and warm, on much of his body, the smell of burnt flesh making his stomach roil.

But they were not done.

Severus was roughly shoved forward, his wounds screaming against the carpeted floor as he laid face down, arse up in the middle of the room. He groaned past the gag and pulled at his arms, hoping they would release him. But they did not. They tittered amongst themselves like a flock of stupid birds and Severus dropped his head. He could feel blood, sticky and warm, on much of his body, the smell of burnt flesh making his stomach roil. But they were not done. Severus was roughly shoved forward, his wounds screaming against the carpeted floor as he laid face down, arse up in the middle of the room. His eyes widened as the gag was ripped from his face by someone behind him.

He'd barely drawn breath to ask why when something long and hard was shoved mercilessly into his rectum. The breath he'd drawn to speak was expelled in a scream as he felt his inner walls torn and pummelled. It took him several moments before the haze of pain lifted enough for him to realize he was being fucked. By that time, another man had come up in front of him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back sharply.

"You bite, and I'll kill you. Understand?" he asked in a cold voice. When Severus didn't respond, he wrenched harder on his hair. "I said do you understand, you shit-eating whore?!" he yelled into Severus face. When the young man finally nodded, the politician shoved his bared cock between Severus' slack lips and thrust to the back of his throat, making him gag. "Hold it in, boy, or we'll make you clean it up." The man said as he shoved in and out of Severus mouth.

Severus soon lost track of who had fucked his mouth and his arse. He feared he'd never get that awful taste from the back of his throat and his entire lower torso felt like it was on fire. At least, he thought, they damaged the nerves enough that my burns don't hurt much. As the men filed out one by one, they laughed and joked about the sounds he'd made and how easy he'd been to break. The last one spat on him and removed the bindings. As Severus sat up to cough out as much of the vile fluids as he could, the man spoke.

"Tell your pimp that we will foot the bill for this war of his. He was right about you. Defiant to the end, weren't you?" The man chuckled and left Severus alone with his dark suspicions.~~


Phasma listens to him with understanding as he never lets go of Severus's hand. Phasma listened to the story inside he knew that this Dumbledork would have to be taken care of. If not by Harry then by his own hands. Severus sighed shakily as he finished. Had he been anyone else, he was certain he would be in the midst of an undignified bawling fit. As it was, his hands were shaking violently and he could not look at Phasma for fear of the disgust he knew would be in the boy's eyes. Phasma reached up and gently cupped Severus's cheek.

"What that man did to you... useing you... was crossing the line... i promise i will do what ever i can to make you forget what they did." Severus' shock was such that he could not speak, his eyes meeting and fixing on Phasma's.

He could not credit such understanding. He reached up and placed his hand over Phasma's his eyes shutting in relief and utter devotion to this young man. Phasma rests his blonde head on Severus's shoulder. His heart bled for this man who had quickly come to mean everything good to him. For several minutes all they did was sit in each others arms. Severus swept his hand over his clothed chest.

"I am...very unpleasant to see, Phasma. If you should stay with me, I would...I would understand should you choose to only have my body bare in darkness." Severus said quietly, his pride hurting, but willing to offer this reprieve despite.

Phasma doesnt lift his head as he pushes Severus back onto the pillows. He straddles his waist looking down at him.

"This is what i have to say to that Severus." He claps his hands above his head as hundreds of candles light up all around the room.

Soon the soft light bathes the room in a bright golden light.

"I get off by seeing things and you Severus are something i want to see." Severus blinked in shock, momentarily derailed by the boy's blithe use of wandless magic.

"W-...how did you...not possible...!"

"Ive been able to do that kind of thing since i was little but i can only do small things. Now no more talking Sevvy." Phasma says as he takes the sides of his shirt and rips it open and off him.

Severus sputtered, unable to let that go.

"*Sevvy*?! I beg your pardon?"

"Yes im going to call you Sevvy what are you going to do about it." Phasma says as he begins to run his tongue over all of the brands that mar his beautiful skin.

Severus stiffens when his shirt is pulled open, but makes the effort to relax, finding it easier than he'd thought with Phasma. He licks his lips and watches the boy for signs of disgust as he runs his agile little tongue over areas untouched by kindness. Phasma runs his tongue over scars of brands that were left to blister. He took delight in kissing everyone before moving on to the next one. The light makes it easy for Phasma to see all of them. Severus is nervous, but still enjoys the feeling of Phasma's hair trailing over his skin and the odd little touches when his lips strayed from the scars. He sighed, enjoying as much as he could the devoted attention of another. He felt the telltale hardness in his pants brush against Phasma's thigh and the old familiar rush of guilt flooded through him, making him shudder and curl forward.

"N...no....I..." Phasma's hands instantly take his.

"Dont even think of pushing me away Severus." Phasma's eyes were hard and dark with desire.

Phasma's hips begin to grind into him as he bites down down on Severus's throat almost like a vampire. Severus' breath quickens in both fear and desire. He takes Phasma's shoulders in his hands and after a conscious battle with himself, presses his hips forward. Phasma groans as he grinds into him more his teeth pulling out of Severus's throat.

"You need to get over this." Phasma pulls his own shirt off showing his unmared body shows.

Severus stares at Phasma's body, his hands running his hands over the pale chest and down the boy's taut stomach.

"You are exquisite." he says breathlessly.

Phasma shudders softly at the feeling of Severus's hands. Inside he hated his perfect body. That same perfection was what turned him to a whore on the streets. Maybe Severus could help him. Severus chose to ignore his own body, to banish it from his mind and to concentrate on giving Phasma's body the attention it deserved, He leaned forward and kissed the pale expance of chest, his lips warm and dry on Phasma's skin as his hands rested on his hips. Severus dipped his thumbs into the hollow of the boy's hips. Phasma moans softly as he wraps his arms around Severus's shoulders. He reaches down taking Severus's out of his pants.

Severus pressed Phasma closer, the boy's erection pressing against his stomach as the Potions master bit lightly on a rosy nipple, the peak hardening in his mouth. Phasma moans softly as he presses to Severus. He hadnt worn boxers that night so his erection brushed against Severus's own hardness. Severus slid his hands down, ignoring the pressure on himself and took Phasma's shaft in his hand. He stroked experimentally, unsure exactly what to do, but using his own forays into self-pleasure as a roadmap to Phasma's. Phasma gasps and moans loud as he slides himself down onto Severus. He knew that Severus needed this to help him break his mind set. He stayed completely impaled by Severus making him shudder.

Severus choked in surprise, not having expected Phasma to take him in without preparation. He groaned and fought wildly between guilt and absolute pleasure, but in the end, the pleasure won. He'd never been taken care of by any of the many men who'd touched him over the years....always used. The difference suddenly became clear as though his confusion had broken like a pane of glass. He stared at Phasma incredulously, wondering how he could have ever put him in league with those evil men. Phasma breathed hard as he looked at Severus.

"Do i feel good inside Severus?" The minute he finishes that sentence his eyes glaze over almost going through his memories and acting them out.

He begins to bounce on Severus. His mouth having verbal diaherra.

"Im so hot inside arent i? It always is hot and tight and wanting of this..." Severus bit his lip against the heat encompassing his hardness.

He leaned upward abruptly, sealing his lips to Phasma's for a quick, hard kiss.

"No other time matters. No other lover matters. Only the two of us." He said, almost groaning inside from the sickly sweet sentiment even as he agreed with it.

Phasma breathes harder as his eyes were still glazed over. There was an internal battle between his life and the life he had on the streets. He continues to bounces on him.

"Feels good doesnt it..." Severus touches Phasma's face.

"Because it's you." Phasma almost looks like he’s about to cry as he grips Severus's shoulders.

"No... no... its not me..." Severus thrusts into the boy above him, the heat around his cock like nothing he'd ever imagined.

He takes Phasma's hardness in his hand and strokes him slowly, his thumb sliding over the tip as he prepares himself for what he is about to admit. Something he has never told another living human being. He nuzzles Phasma's ear and whispers quietly.

"You’re my love, Phasma. The only one there is or will ever be." Something inside Phasma snaps.

He claws at Severus's back as he moans loud at the thrusting.

"Severus... my love... mine and mine alone!" Phasma shouted and bounced with him.

Severus groaned aloud as his body was assaulted with pleasure from the inside out. He stroked Phasma faster, praying the boy would come before him, because he coulnd't hold out much longer... Phasma screamed loud and came hard on their stomachs as he squeezed around Severus tight. Severus released a shout as he saw sparks behind his eyes, his orgasm pulled from him by the pulsing of Phasma around him. He thrust hard several times, filling the boy, before he relaxed and pulled Phasma into a laying position beside him. Phasma falls with him panting hard. No one had ever said they loved him. He knew that the memories of the streets would no longer stop him from having amazing sex with this raven haired hooked nose man again. Severus closed his eyes tight, feeling utterly foolish for having let irrational emotions and guilt rule him for so long. Phasma holds onto him tight.

"Oh Severus." The professor sighed, hugging Phasma close.

"My Phasma..." Phasma smiles and kisses his lips snuggling with him.

Severus begins to wonder when he went soft and who he can kill for it as he pulls Phasma tightly against him. He most certainly was *not* snuggling. Certainly. Slowly Phasma falls asleep loving being in the arms of the man who loved him. Severus follows after, still maintaining that he was *not* snuggling.

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