Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 4. . “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves”

When the bell finally tolled and the last student fled from his classes relief flooded Snape’s veins. His owl Hermes returned earlier and since sat patiently watching, waiting. He spell sorted the classroom for the following day, with a barely perceptible nod encouraged her to alight upon his arm, thus the two escaped to his chambers.

He warded the outer rooms to admit one green eyed Adonis leaving Hermes on her perch with a note he had written earlier and proceeded further into his sanctuary.

Soon his visitor would arrive and there was much to do. With minimal ado he spelled the place clean and tidy to within mere millimetres of sparkling. A healthy fire grew in the hearth in each room and the torches on the walls burnt smokeless.

He entered his bedroom, spelled the room respectable and the bed tidy. He cracked the seal on Ogden’s Finest and placed it with glasses on the chair side table before the bedroom hearth.

Thus assured all was well he turned and found Victor studying him over steepled fingers, magnificent sapphire eyes met ebony expressing more in a glance than lovers in a lifetime.

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In a whisper of silk Victor closed the distance between them. Voice spiced with desire “Your message was brief.”

Arms reached for Snape as if to embrace but at the last moment they grabbed his left arm and pushed up the sleeve. With barely restrained fury he forced Snape to look at the dark-mark. “You took the markings of a mad man but not of your lover”. He hissed “My taint is a blessing his can only be a curse“.

Victor threw Snape away from him with revulsion, Snape winced, to incur the hatred of a sane man particularly one with infinity at his fingers, was more a worry than Voldemorts insanity.

“You resisted me for so long.” Victor watched Snape through hooded eyes. He snaked his hand around Snape’s shoulder and grabbed the ponytail yanking his head back “Why now?” Victors breathe burnt across Snape’s exposed throat.

“Fight me” fumed Victor “Abhor me” spat Victor “Make it easy for me to accept … that you love another”

Victor released Snape and glided across the room. Pouring a glass of Ogden’s he gazed into its amber depths.

Snape’s voice caressed his tortured soul. “Love and affection defied me, until I found your arms” Snape brushed aside golden locks and kissed Victors exposed neck. “I chose the marks because loving you, is the most exquisite thing I have ever known”

Finding no answer in the bottom of the glass Victor sighed “I do not desire your catamite, nor to share of him. I gave him the kiss but you have given him your heart, even if you are not willing to admit it. Yet.”

“I trust there is room enough for two in there for I shall not leave peacefully” It was a thinly veiled warning. “I share you with notable reluctance”

Snape gently turned Victor to face him, removing the glass from his hand. Hands gently held Victors head and lips sought lips in a soul rendering kiss.

Snape’s arms pulled his lovers length against him one hand caressed buttocks through copious robbing, the other played in thick honey hair, lip locked. Even Ogden’s tasted better on Victors lips.

Victor unwittingly mirrored Snape’s embrace. “With the third mark you will stop resisting me and I, I will stop resisting you”

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