Broken Hearted

Part 6 …. Tell Me


Turning Harry in his arms, Draco smiled wider at Harry. "To bed with you, Potter. I've got orders you know."

"Do you now?" Harry asked tugging the collar of the blond's cloak.

"Mmm hmm. Now you be a good little Gryffindor hero and get ready for bed," Draco replied softly as he rested his forehead against the man he had in his arms.

"Don't wanna be good." Harry's lips brushed Draco's with every word.

Draco shivered as Harry's arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling them closer to each other. Draco no longer knew who was seducing whom anymore. Then again, it wasn't like he really cared anymore anyway, right at that moment.

*I will have to think of some way to get control over the situation again. Later... much later,* he thought as he began to strip Harry naked.

Smooth heated skin met cool lips, as Draco nibbled his way down to Harry's neck. Pausing to remove all the barriers that stood between him and his quest, Draco continued his way down until he reached one of his goals. Lapping at Harry's right nipple, the blond enjoyed the purring sounds that rumbled their way up from his lover's chest and out his mouth.

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Looking down Rayne sighed as he toweled himself off. It had been five years but he still couldn't seem to get rid of the colors on his member. He'd even gone so far as to ask his father for assistance.

His father's only reply to his plea was, "I am sorry son. I can not aid you in this issue for it is a reminder of a time lost and your lack of memory. When you find the answer to that, your problem will solve itself."

*Great! Just bloody great!* he'd thought then.

He hadn't been surprised by his father's answer. Hell, he'd already figured out that the PTB were probably behind his father's statement. They had a nasty habit of doing that. Trying to keep the balance and all that rot. Sighing again, Rayne tossed his towel on the floor and crawled naked into his bed. His head had no sooner hit the pillow than he'd fallen asleep.

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Severus paced back and forth in the hallway leading to Rayne's room. The potions master had alerted the Headmaster of the situation in the Great Hall and was only slightly annoyed that the man had already known about the entrance of the new comers. In his opinion, Severus viewed it as a lack of security on Rayn's part and he also wanted answers of why he'd returned.

Why was Ethan or Rayne, as he called himself now, torturing him after all these years? Had the curse worn off? Surely not. If not, then how had Rayne remembered about Draco being in the office for the file? Above all else, why hadn't he come to see him? Did Rayne hate him that much for making him leave? For forcing him away? Why had he pretended to be a muggle when it was clear now that Rayne was anything but...?

Whirling around to face the entrance, Severus used one of the passwords he'd lifted off the list Crabbe had to Rayne's private rooms. Not caring about the repercussions that might befall him from the invasion, Severus stormed into the room with every intention of having all of his questions answered.

Severus searched the front rooms but came up empty. He was about to leave when he noticed that the bed room door was ajar. *In for a knut in for a galleon,* Severus thought. Pushing open the door he froze when his eyes came into contact with the sleeping form on the bed. Slowly, as if acting of their own accord his feet propelled him forward, and it wasn't until he was kneeling beside Rayne on the bed that he realized what he was doing. For some reason though, Severus found it didn't matter anymore. That is until he found himself flat on his back with Ethan on top of him and a knife at his throat.

"And to what do I owe this honor, Professor?" Rayne ripped the other man's sleeve to reveal the dark mark. "I'd once heard that you were a Death Eater. Hmm... it would seem there would be some substance to that rumor." He pressed the blade deeper into Snape's flesh.

"I mean you no harm. I came only to speak with you." Snape's face betrayed nothing of what he felt.

"Indeed." Arching an eyebrow, Rayne looked deep into the onyx eyes of the man beneath him. "We shall see." His memory ghosted over something more to do with this man than just the demon. It was just clouded over by... something. If only he could figure it out. "Speak, so that I might get some sleep this night."

"Perhaps if you would remove the blade from my throat I could speak without fear of being impaled?"

"Strange. I got the impression that you liked being impaled, Professor." Rayne punctuated the statement by grinding his hips into Snape's. *Where the bloody hell are these instincts coming from?* He felt Snape's body respond instantly. There was no denying it. Snape was very interested in him if the hardness pressed into his belly was any sign.

"Damn you Ethan! Stop your teasing." Snape hissed even as he arched beneath Rayne.

Not showing his surprise at the other man knowing his real first name, he ground his hips and began to slowly rub his body against the other man's. " But isn't that what you're here for, luv?" Rayne had meant it to be sarcastic but for some reason it came out sounding more like an endearment.

"I always keep my word. In one form or another. Never doubt that for a second."

*By all that is unholy! Where was this coming from? What was my relationship to this man?* Rayne leaned close and licked Snape's bottom lip.

"Ethan..." Snape groaned as Rayne's hand unbuttoned his trousers and slipped inside to cup him.

*He's so responsive.* Feeling the potion master's hands roam over his body like they had mapped out his body a thousand times before was driving him insane. *Maybe they have been.* His eyes clouded over as a memory worked its way to the surface.

//Flashback//

In the morning light Snape was a beautiful creature. Ethan lay with his face pressed against the other man's bare shoulder, his fingers teasing at the skin of Snape's scrotum, moving it in tiny circles over his testicles.

"You're awake," Snape whispered.

"Oh, no." Ethan leaned forward and caught a nipple in his mouth, and then muttered around it. "All a dream."

"I have to get up," Snape said. "I have to go to work."

"Bother work."

"Then someone will come to check on me, and we'll be found like this."

"Give McGonagall an eyeful."

"I expect she's seen worse in her time. I still have to go, though. The children are expecting me." He stood up and padded to the window. "It'll be a beautiful day," he said. "The first years have their first flying lesson today."

"Bother the first years."

"Not my students." Snape kissed his finger and pressed it to Ethan's lips. "Nothing must 'bother' my students. ^Limpiamus.^" The scent of sex vanished.

"Couldn't you do that to get rid of the spots?"

"We'll work on it tonight," Snape said, pulling on his clothes. "I've a number of ointments we can try. We'll find something that'll work."

"What will I do all day?"

"Think about me." Snape leaned over to kiss him, and then was gone.

//End Flashback//

Rayne's eyes became clear as the fog lifted from his flashback. Removing the dagger from his lover's throat and he threw it at the opposite wall. He barely noticed the look of surprise from Snape at how deeply the dagger was embedded in the wall.

Removing his hand out of Snape's pants, Rayne rolled off the other man. Seeing as how the man had already seen him naked, Ethan didn't even bother with covering himself. "You said you needed to talk, so talk." Taking a deep breath, Rayne slid off the bed and padded barefoot over to the mini bar he'd had Harry create for him.

*The best way to get someone to fill in the blanks has always been to let them think you already have all the answers. You learn more by their babbling excuses then by interrogating and torturing them for the information.* Rayne thought to himself as he remembered his father's favorite saying.


Snape threw up his mental walls and hid behind his best emotionless mask. As he fastened his pants and got off the bed he tried to gather his wits about him but it would seem all of his planned questions had fled, leaving him to wing it. "I came here to ask you what you think you're doing? Again, you're endangering the lives of the children in this castle by being here. I will not sit by and watch you cause more harm ..."

Rayne's demon side reared its angry head within is mind. He couldn't keep the slight snarl from his lips as he spat out. "Yes, and nothing must 'bother' your students. Isn't that it, Severus?"

*He remembers!* Snape's mind screamed.


Pouring himself a drink, Rayne calmly stated. "Well you need not worry about me. I got the point. You don't want me around. I'm keeping myself hidden from those who count and am just helping the son of an old friend. When my job here is done I'll be gone. So you can stop keeping a eye on me to make sure I'm not causing YOUR children any grief." Turning to face the professor he allowed his tone of voice to become a little catty. "Now that, THAT has been cleared up, is there anything else or would you like to tell me the REAL reason you're here. Not that I don't already know what it is, I just want to hear you say it."

Swallowing hard but not backing down, Snape replied. "You said you'd find your way back here. That you'd never stop until you found me again." His stomach knotted up as he asked. "I want to know why you're really here, Ethan? Is it for me, the Potter child, or are you just using Hogwarts as a hideout again?"


"His name is Harry, not the Potter child and he's hardly a child. Voldemort stole that part of him long ago." A humorless laugh escaped his throat. "But to answer your question, I came here for Harry. True, I did come to settle some old scores and maybe one of them is with you, maybe it isn't. I just don't know yet, truth be told. Is that what you're worried about? What you really wanted to know?"

Snorting when he didn't get an answer Rayne set down his empty glass and headed back to the bed. "Well now, if that's all bugger off. It's late and I've got an early morning."

"Can't shove me out the door fast enough, can you?" Snape snapped in anger.

"Oh that's rich coming from you." The halfling quipped while getting nose to nose with the potion master.

Anger quickly turned to passion as he suddenly found his mouth attacked by the raven haired professor. Feelings he didn't understand surfaced and he kissed Snape back as if his life depended on it. In a way it did. This man had some kind of hold over him and Ethan knew Snape was a large piece of the puzzle missing from not just his memory but his heart as well. Breaking the kiss, he tried to catch his breath as he fought not to just to give in by fucking the man senseless first and asking questions later.


But he knew the battle was over before it had really begun when his mouth was assaulted for the second time. Giving up, he let his body take what it craved. He'd sort the rest of what was going on out in the morning.

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*Well the jig is up. Ethan remembered everything and hates me for it. There isn't any doubt in my mind.* It was that hate that drove him to kiss the other man. It was like his body wanted to prove that Ethan still loved him, that he could force this man to love him again.

Ethan broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath. Seeing the inner battle in his lover's eyes, Snape attacked his luscious mouth again and forced his tongue inside. Ethan whimpered. He'd win the battle against Ethan's hate even if it was temporary. He wasn't going to lose this chance now that it had presented itself. Snape heard the buttons scatter to the floor as his clothes were torn from his body. Some things never changed, not that he cared. The clothes were in the way and he wanted them gone just as badly.

Snape backed Ethan up against the bed and followed him down when he fell onto the mattress. Rolling until Ethan was on top, both moaned as their bodies became flush with one another. Snape didn't know if he could last long as he'd deprived his body of release for five years and Ethan was pushing all his buttons.


"Yes, Ethan! Yes!" Snape groaned. Thought was becoming damn near impossible with Ethan's hands on his thighs and mouth on Snape's cock.


*Ethan's mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon,* he thought to himself just before his mind fizzled out and his body took complete control.


The potion master felt his lover stroke his body with his own. Snape reached down, cradling his head in his hands as he brought Ethan's head up for a little osculation. Fire ran through his veins as the Chaos demon opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. Snape rolled them so that Ethan was now on his back, but their mouths never broke contact. Senses on overload, Ethan broke the kiss. Catching his breath, Ethan nibbled, nipped, and licked his way from Snape's mouth to his ear then followed the column of his neck to the shoulder. It was here his lover seemed to hesitate. Snape could sense what Ethan needed to do, longed to do, really, but didn't dare do without asking first. Snape knew Ethan would never ask; it was a matter of pride and possession. So, he answered the unasked question anyway.


Snape whispered softly, "Bite me. Mark me, luv. I want you to. Please."


It was taking everything Ethan had not to follow his instincts, but upon hearing his lover's words his control was lost. Growling deeply and loudly, Ethan swiftly bit the shoulder above him, piercing the skin. The halfling heard his mate moan from being marked instead of screaming in pain and found himself excited to the point of cuming right then and there, covering Snape's crotch and both of their bellies. Lapping at the blood oozing from the wound, Ethan felt his lover running his hands through his hair, holding his head to the mark like a mother holds a babe to her breast. It was when one hand went wandering that the real fun began. Ethan found himself wiggling beneath Snape, his arms and legs wrapping around the Professor, trying to do what he had done only once before with this man.


Snape shifted so he could coat his fingers in the cum that was on their bellies. He teased Ethan's opening a little before stretching the tight ring of flesh. When the potions master was satisfied his lover could take him without harm, he removed his fingers. Snape moved Ethan and himself into position, the head of Snape's manhood nudging the other man's opening. Cock covered in Ethan's cum, Snape slid in with one stroke, ripping a moan of ecstasy from both of them. Holding still for a moment so his lover could adjust to him, Snape looked down into his beloved's eyes. Wild, passion and pain-filled eyes stared back at him, looking deeply into his own eyes as if to see his very soul.

Rocking his hips slowly, Snape began to thrust as deeply into Ethan as humanly possible. Snape's speed picked up more and more with every groan the man beneath him made. Before long he was slamming in hard and fast, like a man possessed. He couldn't seem to get in deep enough or fast enough, almost as if he were trying to push his way into some mystical magical place inside that he could only find within Ethan's body.


Pleadingly, Ethan began to chant, "Please. Please. Please. Please"


"Yes," Snape said, finally understanding.


Rearing back his head and letting out an inhuman cry, Snape bent down and bit into Ethan's shoulder. Ethan's own inhuman scream followed Snape's as they both came hard. A circular burst of pure energy shot out of their collapsed bodies, enveloping all in its path for hundreds of leagues, carrying with it their cries of ecstasy...

~~~~~TBC~~~~~