Love's a twisted bitch

Just some info so that you don't get confused
Snape= Severus's father
Since i really did not want to call him Tobias
the name Tobias does not strike fear the hearts of men
but Severus is Severus
Besides, people used Snape if they didn't like him
so it fits



SNAPE's POV


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How dare he, Severus breathed heavily, trying desperately to stop himself from Avada’ing the boy into the next world. Cedric Diggory laid sprawled on the black panther rug, the handmark surprisingly vivid against his golden skin. The boy’s meddling had almost uncovered his deepest darkest secret, again.

“How did you get in here?” Severus snarled. He had made sure to put every ward that he could think of, they all prevented people with ill wishes to pass and he had put passwords on everything. Diggory visibly swallowed but to Severus’s surprise, the boy slowly got to his feet with dignity and faced him.

“I was early and you weren’t here.” Diggory’s fear was apparent even though to Severus’s amusement, he tried to hide it, “And then I knocked over the picture and stood it back again and then the wall opened-“

“You’re babbling. Your words mean nothing to except for the fact that you are in my PRIVATE rooms. No one comes in my private rooms.” Severe’s temper was rising higher and higher. With hope, maybe Diggory hadn’t noticed anything that could give everything away. With that thought, the boy looked at the shattered picture. The shattered glass laying on the picture made Severus’s heart tight.

“Answer me boy! How did you get in here?” Severus’s temper reached his peak as he tried to draw the Hufflepuff’s attention away from the picture before he had figured it all out. Luckily, Severus had discovered a rather interesting tidbit about the handsome teenager standing before him.

“I suppose Potter taught you his lack of respect for other people’s privacy.” The reaction was immediate even if it was hidden. Cedric’s slate eyes harden to lead. If it had been anyone else but Severus, they wouldn’t have noticed anything but then again, he was the master of concealing emotion.

“Or maybe you would like to teach him something.” Severus leaned forward until he was only 2 inches apart from the frustrated Hufflepuff.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.” In spite of himself, Severus was slightly impressed with Diggory’s lack of response.

“Oh indeed. Tell me something,” here Severus lowered his voice to the silky drawl that was his best seductive attribute, “how many times have you imagined Potter on his knees, taking you into his mouth, imagined him writhing in ecstasy on green silk sheets as you thrust into him, relishing the virgin tightness that is the Boy-Who-Lived.”

Severus could see the boy’s defense crumbling. He grinned inwardly as a rosy tinge invaded the boy’s cheeks as he desperately tried to regain his bearings.

“N-no” Diggory stuttered as he bit his lower lip in order to stifle a groan. Severus ran the tip of a graceful finger over a bulge in the Hufflepuff’s trousers.

“Oh? This tells me otherwise.” Severus suddenly cupped the boy’s arousal. He watched in interest as Diggory fought to keep his groan stillborn. When the boy opened his eyes, they were glazed as his bite swollen lips parted slightly. Diggory was the very picture of debauchery as he shuddered then let out a husky moan as Severus squeezed the boy’s cock.

The Potions Master smirked, he was quite efficient at satisfying his partners, at least that’s what they said. He stopped, having what he wanted. Diggory took a deep shuddering breath to regain his composure and when he finally opened his eyes, they were back to normal.

“Actually Professor, I had never thought of the green silk sheets.” Diggory frowned, “but I don’t like that you have dirt on me, I’m sure you have some secret fantasy as well.”

The boy’s eyes widened as he glanced again at the picture on the ground. “Remus, the picture, the password. You’re in love with Professor Lupin!” Diggory probably regretted saying it so loudly when he suddenly found himself pressed painfully against the wall, Severus’s wand at his throat.
“How can you be so sure boy?” Severy spat at the startled Hufflepuff, “or did you forget that I know a little something about you as well? Don’t think that I won’t use it against you.”

He released the coughing teen before he could kill him. Diggory staggered to his feet and Severus was surprised to see angry tears lingering in the slate eyes. The Hufflepuff pulled his fist back and it hit Severus straight on the jaw. The Potions Master relished the sharp pain as it fueled his anger. He punched the student back then threw him against the wall again and held him up with his arm against the boy’s throat. Diggory struggled

“Why are you doing this? I thought you would understand!” He choked out as he tried to kick the Professor.

“Aww the poor little boy discovered that this is the real world. There’s no such thing as easy love. Did you think that I would just let this go? That little Potter would let you fuck him and love you for it? Did you think he would love you? A freak? That’s what you are! A FREAK! He will never love you! No one will!” Severus released him, breathing heavily and turned away from the boy in humiliation for his emotional outburst. He had already seen the broken tears in the Hufflepuff’s eyes.

“Why? WHY? Why are you doing this to me? This is hard enough without you!” Diggory yelled at him in a pain torn voice.

“Now you will understand.” Severus said in a dead voice as he felt the walls closing in over the memory he tried to forget.

The frail boy shivered happily as the first thing that had ever gone right in his life invaded his mind over and over again. He remembered Tom’s lips pressing against his as the taller handsome young man bent down to meet the height of the young child. They broke apart as the man grinned. Severus thought he saw the man’s eyes flash red but he was too busy running a finger over his tingling lips. It has just felt so……right.

Tom grinned again and pressed his lips more insistently against Severus’s, this time he bent a knee and pushed it in between the boy’s slender ones. The boy gasped surprised as Tom’s tongue begged for entrance. He complied and felt the man’s tongue dancing with his own. The man’s thigh moved ever so slightly and Severus gasped as he felt something stir at the bottom of his stomach. The boy arched wantonly against the muscled chest of the black haired man holding him. “That’s it my boy.” Tom whispered seductively in Severus’s ear as he rocked on the man’s thigh. All the blood seemed to have drained out of his skull and flowed down to in-between his thighs. Severus whimpered in Tom’s mouth as his rocking grew more frenzied. Suddenly, he felt something hard against his abdomen when he arched against Tom again. Looking down, Severus realized that whatever magical thing was happening to him, it was happening to Tom too. The boy pressed against it, earning an indrawn breath from the young man. The pleasurable feelings grew too strong and Severus exploded as he experienced his first orgasm. Tom sighed, it seemed that he had climaxed as well. Severus looked up bonelessly with surprise at Tom when the man gave a predatory grin, “Your father’s here.”

Severus panicked as he slid off of Tom’s thigh. “Help me Tom! He’ll kill me!” Severus clutched at the young man’s hand. Tom sneered and threw the terrified boy off, “and we’d all be better off. I got what I wanted, turns out that you are a little whore.” The red gleam was in Tom’s eye again, as disgust and a sadist look passed his face, turning his handsome face ugly. Severus scuttled away from him in confusion,

“W-whore? Why are you doing this to me?” the boy’s voice was thick with tears.

“Did you think that I seriously cared for you? Sure you’re a pretty little whore, but a whore none the less. You’re good for nothing, you didn’t even satisfy me that much.” Tom spat the words at the broken boy who sobbed on the ground.

“Get up! You’re pathetic. You're just a little freak that no one gives a fuck about. Stop sniveling and go see to your father. I think he has a few choice words to say to you.” Tom grinned savagely as he thought of the things that the abusive father would probably do to his young son. The man strode out of the alley, disappearing into the mist.
Severus simply sobbed into the rough brick wall, no longer caring as he felt a threatening presence behind him. He did notice however, when his father’s fist connected with his head, knocked him against the wall and unconscious.


.........couple hours later.....


The little boy woke up in a small dark room that he recognized was the basement in the tiny house that they lived in. When he made to stand up, he fell down with a sharp cry when rough coarse ropes tugged cruelly at his skin. Severus cringed when the rope dug into the raw skin of his wrists. What was going on?

He remembered that heartbreaking moment when Tom walked away from him then- Oh no, Severus realized what was going to happen and he bolted up in panic, ignoring the sharp pain from the ropes digging into his flesh. The boy collapsed against the wall, weak with fear and heartbreak. How could he? How could Tom make him feel something so special and then throw him away? The man’s cruel words drove at the boy’s mind like sharp poisoned daggers, “You’re nothing but a freak!”.

The boy cringed when he heard heavy footsteps descending down the steps that led to where he lay, tied in a corner. Tobias Snape, the man who had married Eileen Prince and reduced her to a mass of terrified mush, stalked into the dark cellar, a furious look on his cruel face. Severus started to hyperventilate when he saw the thick stick in his father’s hand.

The boy cried out in horrified pain, as the man who had fathered him brought it down on the boys’ exposed thigh.

‘Stop sniveling you brat. It’s bad enough to know that my little whore of a son likes cock without your pathetic whining.” The man drew the stick up again and crashed it down on his son’s curved back.

Severus straightened, his mouth in a silent O of agony. Snape reached out a large hand for the now torn fabric covering the trembling boy’s back. It was torn off with a loud ripping noise, Snape threw the cloth into the corner advanced upon the now nude trembling boy. Severus pressed himself into his corner as far as he could go, raising his rope covered wrists over his head in defense. Snape sneered at his son’s pathetic display of fear, “at least show some pride you coward”. He jerked his son up by his ebony hair, ignoring the boy’s gasp of pain as hair parted from his scalp and as the ropes tugged at the boy’s wrists.


“I’m going to make you regret liking cock you little whore. I’ll make you pay so much for being such a FREAK!” Snape spat in Severus’s face. The boy shuddered and cringed as Snape slapped him viciously across the face. The handmark was vivid against Severus’s pale cheek. Snape sneered then threw his son against the wall, a sickening crack sounded in the air, followed by a pained whimper.

Severus’s world was a world of agony as his father started to rain blows on his back and thighs with the large heavy stick. His father took care too make sure that there wasn’t a single inch on his son’s flesh that was untouched. Snape noticed with vicious pleasure, the blood that began to well from his son’s abused back. He sneered with disgust when he realized that his son had passed out from the pain.

Snape threw cold water on his son’s head. As soon as Severus had returned to consciousness, Snape made his move. The boy cried out in horrified surprise as he felt his father’s large hands on the insides of his slender thighs, roughly pulling them apart. Severus panicked when he realized what was going to happen. The boy struggled violently against his father’s grip, kicking and screaming with all his might. He quickly shut up when his father slapped him across the face again.

“Don’t even struggle for it you whore. This is what you want isn’t it? A big cock up your skinny ass. You fucking freak!” Snape brought his hand down on his son’s buttock in a painful smack.

Severus sobbed in utter humiliation as his father spat on his large thumb then viciously rubbed his entrance. The boy’s eyes shot open in pained surprise as his father viciously shoved his spit lubricated thumb up his hole, roughly twisting it.

“that’s all the preparation you get bitch.” Snape jerked out his thumb and spread apart the young boy’s arse cheeks, aligning his hard cock with his son’s hole. His brutal thrust tore a scream from Severus’s throat. Tears poured out of onyx eyes as the young boy’s hands scrabbled for purchase amongst the smooth cold stone floor of the basement as his father’s large cock tore him apart.

“Say it bitch, you’re a fucking freak!” Snape panted harshly as he thrusted in and out of his son’s tight body.

Severus sobbed as his body ached from places he never knew existed, the words his father threw at him were the same ones Tom had spat at him. Freak, was that all he really was?

“I’m sorry. So so sorry dad! I am a freak!” He sobbed in pain as Snape’s rough thrusts never let up.

“How dare you call me dad!” Snape slapped his son again, “You fucking whore. You like cock? This is what you wanted. Say it louder, you’re a freak!”

“I’m a freak! I know… I know!” the boy howled as his father climaxed. The boy screamed in utter despair and pain as the hot fluid stung his torn body. Snape roughly pulled out, ignoring the mixture of blood and come that seeped out of his son’s defeated body.

“Freak.” He spat on his son’s battered body in contempt then he turned and walked up the steps.