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The Taste of Revenge
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,935
Reviews:
5
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The Taste of Revenge: Five
Pairing: Overall - L. Malfoy/S. Snape; in this chapter - S. Black/male student and S. Black interaction with S. Snape and J. Potter
Warnings: Overall - Rough sex, some chapters will contain coersion, and some kink. Angst. This chapter: coersion.
Summary: Hurt feelings can lead to bitterness, in some people that in turn leads to revenge. And a scorned lover is sure to harbour some vengeful thoughts. When Lucius turns his attentions elsewhere, Sirius tries to win him back... in his own special way.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it with fanfic readers.
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Chapter 5
Sirius smiled seductively at the boy in front of him. Martin, wasn\'t that the boy\'s name? Sirius didn\'t care really, what the boy was called was of no importance; what he\'d get from him, on the other hand, was. And just what was it that Sirius sought? Relief. Relief from pent-up emotions, tension. A relief from the jealousy that clawed inside him, threatening to undo the carefully built mask that the young Black wore.
The boy was pulled into the empty classroom by a firm grip on his upper arm. Sirius pinned him against the wall next to the door, mostly using his body, which was heavier built than that of the small shy boy. He kissed him roughly and reached out with one hand to push the door shut.
The kiss clearly took the younger boy by surprise, but he kissed back as well as he could under the onslaught of lips, teeth and tongue. Sirius pulled back slightly and looked into eyes widened by a touch of fear. How sweet to feel this power, to be in control of all that happened, for once. Not a victim of circumstance anymore, Sirius Black. No, no meek follower mooning over someone that slipped further and further from his grasp.
\"Now ... Martin, it\'s important to have friends, don\'t you think? The right friends...\" Sirius\' voice was low and heavy with thinly veiled threats and empty promises. He might have been sorted into Gryffindor, but years of growing up in the old and wealthy Black family had still left their mark upon his personality. When Sirius needed it, manipulation and intimidation came naturally to him.
Martin nodded silently, still all eyes, and parted lips red from the fierce kiss. Sirius smiled ferally at him and pushed him down on his knees in front of him. With deft movements, he opened his trousers and pulled out his half-erect cock. Sirius stroked it slowly to full hardness and looked down at Martin, smiling again at the heady feeling of control, of power.
Martin timidly opened his mouth and licked over the head of the erection thrust into his face. There was nowhere to move, he was trapped between the wall and the larger boy\'s body, and he could see no way out of this situation, other than the obvious one. He closed his eyes and opened wider as Sirius pushed more firmly against his lips.
Sirius moaned softly as he was engulfed by hot wetness. That Martin was inexperienced and hesitant was an added pleasure in the situation. He hadn\'t chosen the boy to be a lover; no, it was Martin\'s shy and withdrawn demeanour that had pinpointed him as the perfect choice. The boy was soft-spoken and had hardly any friends ... Who would he tell?
Sirius leaned forward against the wall with one hand, and with the other he cupped the back of the boy\'s head. He moved his hips and slid between soft lips, deeper, deeper, until Martin almost gagged. Then he pulled back, just as slowly. Over and over, he thrust his cock into Martin\'s reluctant mouth. There was no time anymore for slow, for gentle, for careful; Sirius took what he wanted form the non-descript boy, until, with a loud grunt, he came in hot bursts that the boy did gag from.
He pushed away from the wall and tucked himself back into his trousers and zipped up. The boy was still on his knees, eyes turned to the floor in front of him. There was a trail of semen on his chin, and his cheeks were wet with tears that Sirius refused to see.
Taking a step back, Sirius looked at him and smiled darkly. \"You\'re a good friend, Martin.\" Empty words, meant to soothe, to praise, to control.
Sirius left without taking another look at the kneeling boy. The tensions were gone, but the act had done little to remove the jealousy. How could it? Lucius didn\'t know about this, and even if he did, he would probably just be amused. Sirius made his way back through corridors and hallways to the Gryffindor tower, and smiled at his friends as they looked up from their homework to greet him and ask where he\'d been. Questions that he dodged with the same elegance as always.
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Another full moon was drawing close, and Sirius was getting annoyed at the way Snape kept looking at him, at Remus, at James. Those dark eyes that watched them from corners, across classrooms. Sirius didn\'t like it. Being constantly watched made it more difficult to sneak off and keep Remus company while he was transformed. He was certain that Snape would take any chance to report them to the Headmaster.
Did Snape know the reason why Sirius hated him? Did he know that Sirius was one of Lucius\' lovers? The fact that he was one of many, the real number being unknown since Lucius was something of a master at discretion and secrecy when he wanted, rankled in Sirius. Oh, he could understand the drive of decadence, of need, of lust and power, but to know that Snape, that greasy son of a bitch, was one of those that took precious attention away from him was disgusting.
Black studied Snape in turn, wondering what interested Lucius in the boy, but seeing only things that he disliked, and dark gazes full of hatred met on more than one occasion. Snape was most likely trying to find any reason to have them expelled from the school, and seeing them break important school rules was sure to do the trick. Wouldn\'t it be perfect to use that annoying curiosity against him, to stop him from snooping around? All Sirius needed was opportunity, and that Snape didn\'t lose interest in the mystery of where Lupin disappeared to every month.
Full moon came, and as Sirius had kept his eyes on Snape, he saw him hiding behind a wall, watching Remus be escorted to the Whomping Willow. What the boy couldn\'t see, however, was how Madam Pomfrey made the aggressive tree grow still and not even try to harm her and Remus.
Snape had been so intent on seeing what was happening that he hadn\'t heard Sirius sneak up behind him. \"How did they get past the tree... and where did they go?\" The boy was muttering under his breath. He jumped when he heard Sirius\' voice behind him.
\"Hah! It\'s simple. So simple that even a snivelling idiot like you should have figured it out.\" Black sneered at Snape as the boy turned to face him, eyes flashing with hatred, and wand held tightly in his hand, ready to cast a charm. This once, Sirius chose to ignore the threat and continued. \"You simply poke the knot on the trunk with a stick to freeze it, and then it\'s easy to follow them...\"
\"And why should I believe you?\" There was obvious distrust in Snape\'s eyes.
Sirius shrugged. \"No reason. You can keep watching from a distance, hiding behind walls and bushes like the coward you are, not getting any closer to finding anything out...\" He turned and walked away, trying to give Snape the impression that he didn\'t care either way. If looks alone could have killed, Sirius was pretty sure he\'d be shrivelling up rapidly on the ground right at that moment; in an odd way, he could feel Snape\'s dark gaze boring into his back.
On his way back to the Gryffindor common room, Sirius met James, and told him with obvious glee what he\'d tried to goad Snape into doing. He was a bit surprised when his friend didn\'t join him in the merriment over his accomplishment, but instead stared at him in what looked to be something akin to horror.
\"Sirius! You\'re crazy, that\'s dangerous! You know Remus will attack him... Gods! What have you done?\" James set off at a run down the hallways and sprinted out, in the hopes of not being too late to save Remus from doing something that would make him hate himself for the rest of his life, if he was even allowed to have one. A lycanthrope attacking a human usually had a very short life span.
TBC
Warnings: Overall - Rough sex, some chapters will contain coersion, and some kink. Angst. This chapter: coersion.
Summary: Hurt feelings can lead to bitterness, in some people that in turn leads to revenge. And a scorned lover is sure to harbour some vengeful thoughts. When Lucius turns his attentions elsewhere, Sirius tries to win him back... in his own special way.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it with fanfic readers.
Chapter 5
Sirius smiled seductively at the boy in front of him. Martin, wasn\'t that the boy\'s name? Sirius didn\'t care really, what the boy was called was of no importance; what he\'d get from him, on the other hand, was. And just what was it that Sirius sought? Relief. Relief from pent-up emotions, tension. A relief from the jealousy that clawed inside him, threatening to undo the carefully built mask that the young Black wore.
The boy was pulled into the empty classroom by a firm grip on his upper arm. Sirius pinned him against the wall next to the door, mostly using his body, which was heavier built than that of the small shy boy. He kissed him roughly and reached out with one hand to push the door shut.
The kiss clearly took the younger boy by surprise, but he kissed back as well as he could under the onslaught of lips, teeth and tongue. Sirius pulled back slightly and looked into eyes widened by a touch of fear. How sweet to feel this power, to be in control of all that happened, for once. Not a victim of circumstance anymore, Sirius Black. No, no meek follower mooning over someone that slipped further and further from his grasp.
\"Now ... Martin, it\'s important to have friends, don\'t you think? The right friends...\" Sirius\' voice was low and heavy with thinly veiled threats and empty promises. He might have been sorted into Gryffindor, but years of growing up in the old and wealthy Black family had still left their mark upon his personality. When Sirius needed it, manipulation and intimidation came naturally to him.
Martin nodded silently, still all eyes, and parted lips red from the fierce kiss. Sirius smiled ferally at him and pushed him down on his knees in front of him. With deft movements, he opened his trousers and pulled out his half-erect cock. Sirius stroked it slowly to full hardness and looked down at Martin, smiling again at the heady feeling of control, of power.
Martin timidly opened his mouth and licked over the head of the erection thrust into his face. There was nowhere to move, he was trapped between the wall and the larger boy\'s body, and he could see no way out of this situation, other than the obvious one. He closed his eyes and opened wider as Sirius pushed more firmly against his lips.
Sirius moaned softly as he was engulfed by hot wetness. That Martin was inexperienced and hesitant was an added pleasure in the situation. He hadn\'t chosen the boy to be a lover; no, it was Martin\'s shy and withdrawn demeanour that had pinpointed him as the perfect choice. The boy was soft-spoken and had hardly any friends ... Who would he tell?
Sirius leaned forward against the wall with one hand, and with the other he cupped the back of the boy\'s head. He moved his hips and slid between soft lips, deeper, deeper, until Martin almost gagged. Then he pulled back, just as slowly. Over and over, he thrust his cock into Martin\'s reluctant mouth. There was no time anymore for slow, for gentle, for careful; Sirius took what he wanted form the non-descript boy, until, with a loud grunt, he came in hot bursts that the boy did gag from.
He pushed away from the wall and tucked himself back into his trousers and zipped up. The boy was still on his knees, eyes turned to the floor in front of him. There was a trail of semen on his chin, and his cheeks were wet with tears that Sirius refused to see.
Taking a step back, Sirius looked at him and smiled darkly. \"You\'re a good friend, Martin.\" Empty words, meant to soothe, to praise, to control.
Sirius left without taking another look at the kneeling boy. The tensions were gone, but the act had done little to remove the jealousy. How could it? Lucius didn\'t know about this, and even if he did, he would probably just be amused. Sirius made his way back through corridors and hallways to the Gryffindor tower, and smiled at his friends as they looked up from their homework to greet him and ask where he\'d been. Questions that he dodged with the same elegance as always.
Another full moon was drawing close, and Sirius was getting annoyed at the way Snape kept looking at him, at Remus, at James. Those dark eyes that watched them from corners, across classrooms. Sirius didn\'t like it. Being constantly watched made it more difficult to sneak off and keep Remus company while he was transformed. He was certain that Snape would take any chance to report them to the Headmaster.
Did Snape know the reason why Sirius hated him? Did he know that Sirius was one of Lucius\' lovers? The fact that he was one of many, the real number being unknown since Lucius was something of a master at discretion and secrecy when he wanted, rankled in Sirius. Oh, he could understand the drive of decadence, of need, of lust and power, but to know that Snape, that greasy son of a bitch, was one of those that took precious attention away from him was disgusting.
Black studied Snape in turn, wondering what interested Lucius in the boy, but seeing only things that he disliked, and dark gazes full of hatred met on more than one occasion. Snape was most likely trying to find any reason to have them expelled from the school, and seeing them break important school rules was sure to do the trick. Wouldn\'t it be perfect to use that annoying curiosity against him, to stop him from snooping around? All Sirius needed was opportunity, and that Snape didn\'t lose interest in the mystery of where Lupin disappeared to every month.
Full moon came, and as Sirius had kept his eyes on Snape, he saw him hiding behind a wall, watching Remus be escorted to the Whomping Willow. What the boy couldn\'t see, however, was how Madam Pomfrey made the aggressive tree grow still and not even try to harm her and Remus.
Snape had been so intent on seeing what was happening that he hadn\'t heard Sirius sneak up behind him. \"How did they get past the tree... and where did they go?\" The boy was muttering under his breath. He jumped when he heard Sirius\' voice behind him.
\"Hah! It\'s simple. So simple that even a snivelling idiot like you should have figured it out.\" Black sneered at Snape as the boy turned to face him, eyes flashing with hatred, and wand held tightly in his hand, ready to cast a charm. This once, Sirius chose to ignore the threat and continued. \"You simply poke the knot on the trunk with a stick to freeze it, and then it\'s easy to follow them...\"
\"And why should I believe you?\" There was obvious distrust in Snape\'s eyes.
Sirius shrugged. \"No reason. You can keep watching from a distance, hiding behind walls and bushes like the coward you are, not getting any closer to finding anything out...\" He turned and walked away, trying to give Snape the impression that he didn\'t care either way. If looks alone could have killed, Sirius was pretty sure he\'d be shrivelling up rapidly on the ground right at that moment; in an odd way, he could feel Snape\'s dark gaze boring into his back.
On his way back to the Gryffindor common room, Sirius met James, and told him with obvious glee what he\'d tried to goad Snape into doing. He was a bit surprised when his friend didn\'t join him in the merriment over his accomplishment, but instead stared at him in what looked to be something akin to horror.
\"Sirius! You\'re crazy, that\'s dangerous! You know Remus will attack him... Gods! What have you done?\" James set off at a run down the hallways and sprinted out, in the hopes of not being too late to save Remus from doing something that would make him hate himself for the rest of his life, if he was even allowed to have one. A lycanthrope attacking a human usually had a very short life span.
TBC