In the Lurking Darkness

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Severus didn't understand why the little house-elf had decided to watch over him, but he was grateful. The tiny creature did a lot to help him, more than Severus allow anyone else to do. Dobby kept his room in order, brought him meals when he failed to show up in the Great Hall, made sure there was always a light burning somewhere within his rooms, and watched over him most nights that he slept.

Severus was certain he wasn’t supposed to know the elf was there at night, he could never actually see anyone. He often felt a comforting presence, however, and since Dobby was the only one who had access to his rooms, not even Albus could enter without Severus’ prier knowledge, it could only be the elf.

He finished dressing and was just about to start on his breakfast, when there was a knock on his door. Expecting it to be Albus coming to check on him, Severus was tempted to ignore it. If he didn’t answer, though, Albus would only continue to harass him throughout the day. Better to get it over with.

Severus opened the door, a tirade of insults on the tip of his tongue, and froze. Instead of the old, white haired headmaster he had expected, was a young, blond wizard Severus feared more than even the Dark Lord himself.

“Hello, Severus,” Lucius Malfoy said as he swept past Severus into the room.

“Lucius,” Severus croaked, suddenly realizing how sore his throat was from screaming all night.

Malfoy immediately dropped his robe. Underneath he wore a well tailored, expensive looking, white suit. Severus swallowed hard, already knowing what the man wanted from him.

“I’ve been missing you,” Malfoy said, giving Severus a lustful look. “So, I thought, since I was already here, visiting my son, I’d stop in for a… quick visit.”

Severus could feel his heart racing as his mind searched vainly for a way out. Before he could say anything, Malfoy had his trousers opened and was pointing at the floor in front of him.

“On your knees, Severus. If you pleasure me well, I may not have to hurt you,” the man stated hotly. Severus knew it to be a lie. Malfoy was never fully pleasured until he had heard Severus cry out in pain.

Severus begged and pleaded with his mind to shut out what he was about to do as he got down on his knees in front of slightly older wizard. He prayed to every deity that he knew of, that Malfoy would be satisfied with a quick blowjob and not ask for more.

He pulled the man’s trousers down just enough to access the already stiff cock, but didn’t let them fall and touch the floor, as that would only make Malfoy angry and cause him more pain. He had to suppress his gag reflex at the heady scent of the man’s body. It seemed as though Malfoy hadn’t showered in a week and had recently worked up a sweat. He was sure that Malfoy did that intentionally because he knew how much Severus detested the smell of sweat.

He tucked his lips over his teeth as he slowly slipped the cock into his mouth, doing his best to ignore the smell and salty taste. He began concentrating on potions, refusing to think about what he was doing and who he was doing it to. He had known from a young age that he was gay, but he had never had the pleasure of choosing his own partner. After years of abuse, he had come to the disheartening conclusion, that he never would. Sex would always be just sex.

After several minutes of allowing Severus to move at his own pace, Malfoy took charge. He grabbed Severus’ hair in his fist and began roughly pounding into him, forcing his cock as deep as possible and chocked off his air supply. By the time he had finished, Severus’ already sore throat was raw and he could feel blood leaking down into his stomach.

Malfoy threw him off and kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to curl into the fetal position, holding his stomach and coughing up blood and semen. Severus heard Malfoy utter a spell and felt his clothes disintegrate into a pile of threads. He squeezed his eyes shut as soft hands roughly turned him onto his stomach. As much as he tried to brace himself for what was to come, he still screamed out in pain as Malfoy forced his way into Severus’ body.

Malfoy raped him thoroughly for nearly an hour, having had one orgasm, he had plenty of stamina for the second round. All the while, he paid no attention to Severus’ needs, not that he had any, nor the fact that his partner had cried for the first half hour, and then passed out. Just before he finished the second time, he cast Crucio on him. As Severus screamed, his body bucked wildly, causing his muscles to spasm around Malfoy’s prick, bringing him to a very intense climax.

Pulling out, Malfoy wiped himself across Severus’ lips before casting a cleansing spell on himself. He stood up and straightened his clothes, then speared Severus with a dark glare.

“That was absolutely pathetic, Severus. The next time I come to visit, I expect you to make it up to me. If you don’t, I’ll just have to tell our Lord that you’re no longer of use to us. Is that understood, slave?”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” Severus managed to say roughly through his sore throat as he lay on the floor, unmoving. He didn’t dare look Malfoy in the face for fear of receiving another bout of the curse.

As soon as he heard the door click shut, he began to sob. He cried hard enough to make himself cough and then started vomiting. He managed to move out of the sticky pool before passing out again.

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