Cupid Painted Blind

Chapter 5. “Men are equal; it is not birth but virtue that makes the difference”. --Voltaire


Clothes were shed like rose petals across the room. Hands explored, fingers caressed, lips kissed, teeth nibbled and nipped. As one they tumbled onto the bed a welcome playfield.

This time, this time Snape swore silently it would be different he would not bottom. “Mmm I like your horizontal hold” Purred Victor, suddenly blanketed by a determined Snape.

Ebony eyes met sapphire hungrily. Thighs sighed to caresses, balls gently appreciatively squeezed and fondled. With wanton ferocity and careless abandon two blissfully naked men moaned and purred intoxicated on the giddy heights of passion.

Hot throbbing shafts bobbed with demand and glistened with precome. Snape tenderly sought admission and pushed beyond the puckered pink rosette plunging into the heated depths.

Victor’s stomach rippled in delight. Given over to desire he simultaneously split his seed between them and pulsed around Snapes throbbing member. As one they fell with abandon.

Snape sated within his lover, resisted his arms need to collapse, tenderly he withdrew and licked clean his lovers’ stomach. Partaking as he did of the third mark.

“In 500 years only with you have I found such passion” Victors hands ghosted across his lovers finely chiselled chest. “No small wonder that I am reluctant to share” he winked.

He gazed upon Snape’s sensuous lips moist and a little puffy from play; tracing with gentle fingers the flawless cream skin and graceful curve of neck and jaw.

“Never doubt my love. Time can not weary those beyond its grasp” Victor murmured

Spooning together he nuzzled Snape’s neck lovingly. Hovering over the previous two marks Victor nibbled and bit into the tastiest flesh and blood he had ever found, securing the final part of their link.

Now Snape would be immortal and that was a long time to share. With a long and lingering passionate lick the wound healed. Displaying little, save a small heart shaped mark, to betray his new lineage.

Nuzzling the nape of the sleepy sated Snape before him Victor whispered “True lovers feel the same pain. Know I shall always be there for you.” Together they drifted into peaceful restful sleep.

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Snape rose first, pouring a glass of Ogden’s finest he paused and gazed into the full length mirror. Courtesy of the last mark he seemed somewhat less haggard, a little flushed and salacious.

Toasting his reflection he looked with desire upon the sleeping form of the man who had found him at his lowest in Knockturn Alley. Victor had given inspired in him passion and given him Love.

Over the period of three intoxicating years Snape accepted two of the marks that no doubt had ensured his survival thus far, increased healing, superior health, quicker response. Plus Snape had learnt of faith, hope, culture and true love.

So very far removed from the search he had taken alone, the ‘Suck a dick for a quid’ shite he had subjected himself to.

Victor opened his eyes and smiled a small sad smile gazing upon Snapes perfect form. With a second glass of Ogden’s Snape sat one arm around his prone lover playing with his golden hair whilst warm breath caressed his thigh.

All further musings were cut short as the wards alerted them to company.

Snape and Victor as one turned their faces to the bedroom door sensing company “Your toy arrives we must play host”

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