A Slave to a Slave

To my reviewers:

starstruck86 : I’m glad Severus is coming across ok and with some depth to him.
mrequecky : Yes, I am so proud of Severus.
DTDY : No problem. I forget stuff all the time. Glad I could provide some after work relief for you.

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Severus had drunk three quarters of a bottle of scotch and was lost deep within his thoughts when the fireplace in his living room flared an hour later. A naked Draco stumbled out of the fire, followed by five overly large trunks, a dark skinned, naked youth, and Lucius Malfoy himself.

“Why are you back so soon?” Severus snarled.

“Some one is awfully chipper this evening. Draco, Blaise, take our things to Severus’ spare bedroom. Unpack only what is necessary for tonight. Return immediately after you’ve finished. I will not tolerate any foolishness.”

Draco and Blaise grabbed the trunks and swiftly left the room. Lucius helped himself to a glass of scotch, ignoring the snarl and glare Severus threw his way.

“What has happened to toss you into an abyss of anger and despair?”

“Must you be so poetic, Lucius? You know I detest your unnecessary and superfluous use of flowery language.”

“Are we to play this game when you could be explaining to me the reason for your bad temper?”

Severus growled and tossed back another glass of liquor.

“It’s to be that way then. All right. I’ll just guess at what’s happened until I see you wince in that very obvious way. It has nothing to do with our Lord, otherwise you’d be more worried than angry?” His question was more of a statement.

Severus didn’t respond; he poured himself another glass of scotch.

“So then it must be something to do with your slave, unless of course you had a visit from a dead family member?” Lucius raised his eyebrows as he questioned Severus.

Snape sneered at Malfoy, drank the liquid in his glass and poured himself another. Lucius grabbed the bottle and returned it to the cabinet.

“I think you’ve had quite enough for now. The more you drink, the more you brood, and you know I can’t stand you when you’re being dark and twisty.”

Severus grunted and sipped at the scotch he’d managed to pour before Lucius stole the bottle.

“So your slave, did he bite?”

Severus snorted.

“Oh yes, I forgot; you like it when they bite. Have you had to punish him already?”

Severus growled and twisted uncomfortably in his chair.

“Ah, I’m getting closer I see. So punishment and your slave. What did he do wrong?”

Severus tossed back the rest of his drink and slammed his glass down on the end table next to his chair.

“You mean he did absolutely nothing wrong? You’re beginning to sound like me. I thought you hated using punishment as pleasure. This is quite the development, Severus. Maybe I can use you to help train Draco and Blaise after all.”

Severus stood and began pacing.

“You enjoyed punishing him for no reason?”

Severus paused long enough to sneer at Lucius.

“Evidently not or you wouldn’t be torturing yourself. So let me get the facts straight before we continue. You punished your slave for no good reason, and you got absolutely no pleasure out of it at all. Quite the predicament. Do you fear you’ve lost your slave’s trust? You’ve never cared about that before, and either way, you’ve had him less than twenty-four hours. That’s not really long enough to build a relationship based on trust.”

Severus twitched at the mention of trust. He groaned when Lucius pointed out his lack of past caring. He dropped back into his chair at the mention of the world ‘relationship’ and grabbed for his empty glass.

“Oh my. You are in too deep now, aren’t you? What is it about this slave that has captured your fascination in such a manner?”

Severus stood, glass still in hand, and walked to the fireplace. He propped his empty hand on the mantle and stared into the fire.

“Did you punish him in an attempt to punish yourself, Severus?”

Severus grunted, his shoulders hunching in shame.

Lucius made a tsking noise. “Severus, I’m ashamed. You’re letting your feelings show. How very un-Slytherin-like of you.”

Severus growled, reared back, and threw his glass into the flames, sending shards of glass everywhere. He began yelling at Lucius, whatever had been holding him back as shattered as the tumbler he no longer held.

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I’m pleased with what I’ve done? I left the boy in a precarious situation, and then I didn’t even stick around to make sure everything went well. I left him. I ran. I closed myself off in my study, and I couldn’t hear his screams of pain. What kind of monster does that make me?”

“What exactly happened, Severus?”

“I gave him an enema. I left him in the bathroom with instructions to yell for me when he was full. I left him there, watering pouring into his bowels, and I ran to my study. I closed the door, and I began to drink. I was so absorbed in my own hellish thoughts that I didn’t hear him yell for me. I left him there, and he obeyed my orders not to save himself. He let the water keep filling him and filling him, his throat becoming more and more raw with each scream for me, and I heard none of it. I left him there in pain. I abandoned him! I’m his master for fuck’s sake. I’m supposed to protect him!”

Severus sank back into his chair and leant forward, catching his head in his hands.

“My friend, not all is lost. Yours is the first kind touch the boy has known. You healed him and cared for him afterwards?” At Lucius’ pause and raised eyebrow, Severus nodded. “That will mean something to the boy. If you feel you must, placate the boy, and dare I say it, love the boy. He will forgive you when he sees that you meant him no real harm and that you saved him as soon as you saw the error of your ways. Slaves never stay mad at their masters for long.”

Severus grunted and nodded, slumping back in his chair.

“So why are you and your catamites invading my residence for the evening? I thought it was just supposed to be dinner.”

“That was the plan, but you know how these things are.”

“No, I do not, Lucius. Enlighten me.”

“After Draco’s rather thorough and very enjoyable punishment last evening, I heard the strangest sounds coming from the main staircase. I left my bedroom and what do I discover? There, on the grand staircase is our Lord.” Here Lucius paused for dramatic effect.

Severus raised an eyebrow. “And...?”

“He was naked, Severus, as was my wife. He was fucking my wife up the ass on my staircase. And do you know what made it worse?” Lucius’ voice became more and more shrill with each passing word.

“What could have possibly made this situation any worse or more disgusting?”

“He asked me to join in! Said he loved fucking women up the ass when another man was fucking her cunt. Said he loved the feel of another man’s cock no more than a thin layer of flesh away. Said the only thing better was double penetrating someone’s ass! Said he’d love to have me in his bed! Said he’d been fucking my wife in hopes of drawing me into his bed as well! The sick fuck! And he said this all while pounding into my wife who was moaning like a fucking two sickle whore!”

Severus sneered.

“Exactly my thoughts! And you know what else? They left cum stains of my thousand year old carpet! I hope the bitch does get pregnant, and I hope his spawn rips her apart on its way out.”

“That was disgusting and lacking in class.”

“I don’t care! I’m scarred for life by the abhorredness of my wife’s debauchery!”

Severus chuckled and quickly masked it as clearing his throat when Lucius glared at him. He sighed in relief when Draco and Blaise crawled back into the room, saving him by distracting Lucius.

“Everything is unpacked?”

“Yes, Master.” Blaise crawled to Lucius’ feet and kissed the toe of each of his boots.

Draco also crawled to his father’s feet where he wrapped himself around one leg, laying his head on his father’s thigh.

Lucius ran his fingers through his son’s hair, casually petting the boy. He used his other hand to push Blaise from him.

“Give us a show, boy. Master Severus and I need some stress relief.”

“Shouldn’t Harry be here, Father?” Draco’s voice was meek and barely more than a whisper.

Lucius’ eyes met Severus’ who then nodded and rose.

“I’ll collect my slave and return momentarily.”

After Severus had left the room, Draco crawled into his father’s lap.

“What were you two yelling about?”

“The private affairs of men are none of your business, Draco.” Lucius wrapped his arms around his son, drawing him closer.

“He’s keeping Harry, right?” Draco nuzzled his face into his father’s neck, placing lazy, sweet kisses where ever he could reach.

“I believe there is no question of that. Severus seems quite taken with his pretty slave boy.” Lucius slid a hand down Draco’s back to his bottom, running his fingers along the whip marks from his punishment earlier that afternoon.

Draco squirmed and pressed his face tightly against his father’s neck, moaning. He couldn’t to tell whether his moans were of pain or of pleasure; the two feelings were too tightly linked in his brain where his father was concerned.

“Why do you ask, Draco? Do you like playing with Harry?”

“He seems so innocent, Father, even after serving our Lord for two years. How do you stay so sweet and innocent after so many years of being so severely mistreated?”

“Sometimes, son, when it’s all you know, you don’t see the harm and evil in it. That is a trap many of us have fallen into where our Lord is concerned. Sometimes it takes something big to open our eyes, and sometimes all it takes is a single act.”

“What do you mean, Father?”

“I mean we have all been blind for so long in our devotion to our Lord. The winds are changing, and Severus and I intend to make certain we are on the side the wind favors.” Lucius buried his face in his son’s hair and took a deep breath. “I love you, my son, and I will do what is necessary to protect you.”

Draco pressed his body as close as he could to his father’s, straddling his hips and wrapping his arms around Lucius’ neck.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

When Lucius pulled back, his face was clear. He grabbed Draco’s hips and forced him to turn so his son’s back was to his chest.

“So Blaise, how do you intend to entertain us when Master Snape and his slave return?”