Blight

Blight by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,-
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poinsonous pollen blown,
And odours rank, unbreathable,
From Dark Corollas thrown!

At Dawn from my dmap garden
I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
That sprang to let me through;
The blossoms slept,-I sought a place
Where nothing lovely grew.

And there, when day was breaking,
I knelt and looked around:
The light was near, the silence.
Was palipant with sound;
I drew my hate from out my breast
And thrust it in the ground.

Oh, ye so fiercly tended
Ye little seeds of hate!
I bent above your growing
Early and noon and late,
Yet are ye drooped and pitiful,-
I cannot rear ye straight!

The sun seeks out my garden,
No nook is left in shade,
No mist nor mold nor mildew
Endures on any blade,
Sweet rain slants under every bough:
Ye falter, and ye fade.


Chapter One

No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain; it's impressions are unmistakable.- Marquis de Sade


Snape sat staring into the fire, hand clenched around his glass. He swept it quickly from the table, and to his mouth, clinking his teeth violently against the glass. He no longer winced at the bitter taste, that had stopped after his fifth shot. He savored the feeling, as the liquor trailed fire down his throat, ending in a pleasantly warm pool in his stomach. Although the liquor had affected a comforting mellow feeling in his limbs, it did nothing to soften the rage he felt in his mind. Sirius Black's name had been cleared. Sirius Black who had tormented him every day for seven years. Sirius Black, who had tried to kill him when he was sixteen years old. He'd been forced to endure his presence at Order meetings every few months in the last year, and it had been grating at him, like salt in a wound. But he'd handled it. A handful of minutes every few months, while extremely trying, had been bearable.
It had afforded him some amusement, to see Black, exhausted, deep circles around his eyes, painfully thin. He'd enjoyed the thought of him being constantly on the run, always worrying if he might be captured, never having a moment's peace. It had helped him get through those meetings. But now he was free. And Albus, someone who Snape had always had the upmost respect for, had offered Black a position, as Professor of Defense against the Dark Arts. His hand tightened around the glass, and it buckled under the pressure. He looked down at his bleeding hand, not feeling any pain, just a fresh rush of rage. This was Black's fault. He hadn't even been here a whole day and he was already making Snape's life hell. How could he stand to see him everyday? At meals and staff meetings, walking through the halls. He'd go insane in a week. No, he wouldn't stand for it. Something had to be done. He opened his hand, shaking the pieces of glass onto the floor, before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a healthy swig. He ruled the school now, not Black, and he intended to prove it. He strode quickly to the door, not bothering to put on his robes. He'd taken them off earlier, in response to the rising body heat the liquor had caused. Normally he would never leave his rooms without being completely covered. He was always extra careful so that no one would see his dark mark. But the whiskey had narrowed his thoughts to only one thing, and he didn't even give it a thought, as he strode through the halls, intent in his mission.


Harry walked unsteadily down the hall. He'd been celebrating with Sirius, and they'd found an ample amount of things to toast. Harry had only ever had butterbeer before tonight, and since they'd been drinking Firewhiskey, he was thoroughly pissed. After about his fourth shot, Sirius had seemed to come to the realization that good godfathers didn't get drunk with their godsons, and had sent Harry back to his room. Honestly, Harry thought, I'm seventeen years old, certainly old enough to get drunk with anyone. Unfortunately, Sirius still wasn't sure exactly how a semi-parent figure was supposed to act, and as a result, was sometimes disgustingly proper in an attempt to mask this. Harry turned the corner, stepping on the edge of his invisibility cloak and almost falling over. He steadied himself against the wall, but almost fell over again, when he looked up. The sight of Snape, wearing a white men's shirt, completely unbuttoned, his long legs encased in black trousers, clutching a bottle in his hand, was the most bizarre thing Harry had ever seen. He was so shocked, that he didn't move out of the way, and Snape ran right into him. Considering both were considerably pissed, it was quite a collision, and both fell flat on their backs. They stayed there for a moment, trying to get their bearings. Snape recovered first, reaching over and ripping off Harry's cloak. Harry sat staring at him, his breath coming in quick pants. He was sure that Snape was going to something horrible, like take away a hundred house points, or possible just get it over with and kill him.

Snape couldn't believe it. He'd been caught in an obvious state of drunkenness by a student, and to top it off, it was Harry Bleeding Potter. Black's smug little bastard godson. Albus, like every other person in the school, excepting him of course, adored the git. Potter probably couldn't wait to run and tell that he's seen Professor Snape, drunkenly wandering the halls. He'd just have to make sure that Potter would never say anything. He smirked as a plan formed in his head. He could even piss Black off in the process.

All the blood drained from Harry's face as he saw Snape smirk. He wasn't sure what, but Harry was sure Snape was planning something hideous. He'd heard rumors that Snape had a hobby of collecting muggle torture instruments. Visions of thumbscrews danced in his head, and he almost fainted.

"For shame Mr. Potter. Out after curfew?" He leaned forward until his mouth was inches from Harry's, drawing in a slow stream of air through his nose. " And drunk also? What shall we do with you? You've been a naughty boy. And naughty boys must be punished." He brought his mouth to Harry's ear, whispering softly, "How do you think I should punish you, you naughty, naughty boy?"

Harry drew in a sharp breath. He felt lightheaded and he couldn't think straight. "I'm... I...Professor..it's...what's." Harry stopped his attempt at speech, he couldn't think, not when Snape's warm breath was against his ear. His eyes followed the dark line of hair that disappeared into Snape's waistband, and his mind completely shut down.

Snape smiled, drawing his face back, and looking into Harry's eyes. " Potter, you have to tell me. What do you want me to do to you?"

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the tantalizing sight of Snape's bare chest, maybe it was the fire burning in those dark black eyes, but suddenly what Harry wanted more than anything, was to press his lips to Snape's. He wanted to know what he tasted like.

Snape smiled as Harry leaned forward, pressing their lips together. It was really too easy. He was distracted from his purpose momentarily, by the feel of Potter's tongue running along his lip. Considering he was drunk, and therefore horny, he didn't see any reason not to indulge himself for a moment. He opened his mouth and groaned as Potter eagerly slipped his tongue inside his mouth. His hand going to his chest, tracing lower and lower. When Harry's hands reached his belt buckle, it brought him back to reality. He grabbed his hand, forcing it to the ground. " Mr. Potter, you just keep breaking the rules, I think it's time for your punishment." He leaned down running his lips down the side of Harry's neck, letting just the tip of his tongue out, making a small wet trail. Harry threw back his head, letting out a small moan. When Snape reached the spot where his neck and collarbone met, he sucked the skin into his mouth and bit, none to gently. Harry moaned even louder, enjoying the pain. Snape felt a rush of arousal spread through him, as he tasted blood in his mouth. It almost made him forget what he was doing. He drew his mouth away, taking a deep breath, before standing up abruptly. Harry looked up at him startled. "I suggest that you never speak of this, and if I catch you out after curfew again, I'll really punish you. Now get out of my sight."

Harry flushed red. He got up quickly, shooting Snape an angry and confused look before storming off.

Snape smiled and took a swig of whiskey. One down one to go. In a few strides he was at Black's door. It amused him that he'd been snogging Black's godson mere feet from his door. He knocked loudly on the door three times, before leaning back against the wall and taking another drink of whiskey. Smiling as he thought of what he was going to do.

Sirius frowned as he heard the knock. He figured it was Harry as he'd just left not to many minutes ago. What on earth was the boy thinking knocking so loudly? Sirius sighed. Of course the boy wasn't thinking. He was pissed. And it was Sirius's fault he was. Sometimes he forgot that Harry was just a kid. He didn't know how to be a godfather. Hell, he barely knew how to be an adult. He'd been young when he went to Azkaban, and he'd never had a chance to mature. He still acted like a twenty year old. And that's why he'd gotten pissed with Harry. He just wasn't cut out to be a father figure. He'd belatedly come to his senses and sent the boy back to his room. He had no idea why Harry was back so quickly. Probably couldn't remember the way back. He opened the door and was shocked to find Snape standing outside his door, taking a healthy swig of whiskey. "Snape? What the hell are you doing here? Are you drunk?" he asked despite the obviousness of the answer.

"Ah Black, took you long enough to answer the door. We need to have a little chat you and I. And yes of course I'm drunk, or I'd hardly be wanting to talk to you." He pushed past him and into the room.

Sirius stood at the door for a minute. He didn't know what the hell was going on. Snape, a drunk Snape no less, was in his rooms, and wanted to have a chat with him. If he were sober, he'd have just tossed Snape out on his ass and been done with it. But he was probably as drunk as Snape, if not more, and his curiosity got the better of him. He shut the door and turned to find Snape leaning against the fireplace. His open shirt exposed a surprisingly toned chest, and just like his godson, Sirius found his eyes following the little dusting of black hair that disappeared into his pants. Realizing this was Snape he was checking out, he tore his eyes away and his voice had an edge when he spoke. "What do you want Snape? I have better things to do than chat with you."

"Like what? Get your godson drunk? I'm sure James and Lily would love that. But I suppose that ship sailed when you got yourself sent to Azkaban and left him at the mercy of those muggles," he said in a biting tone. His amusement at the situation with Harry was fading as he faced Sirius. His mere presence was always enough to send him into a boiling rage.

Sirius lunged at him slamming him against the mantle of the fireplace. Snape hissed but other wise showed no sign of pain, as Sirius drove his back into the stone ledge.

"Don't you ever speak their names again. You're not worthy to lick their boots," he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the rage that Snape always brought out in him.

"It would certainly be a little difficult, considering their six feet underground." He smiled viciously.

Sirius drew in a sharp breath and threw Snape to the ground, whipping out his wand. " That's where you're going to be in a minute if you don't shut you're bloody mouth." He looked at his wand and frowning, put it back in his pocket. Not even he was stupid enough to use magic while he was drunk. If Snape persisted in pissing him off, he'd just have to take care of it the old fashioned way. " And I hardly "got myself put into Azkaban", if wasn't my fault, it was Peter's. He betrayed them, and me."

"If you let someone as stupid as Peter Pettigrew outsmart you, then I'd say it was your fault," he said, as he lay sprawled on his back, amazingly still clutching his whiskey bottle.


"It none of your business any..," Sirius trailed off. His brain focusing on a sentence. "What do you mean, get my godson drunk? How do you know about that?"

Snape smiled. " Oh I ran into little Harry in the hall. Although I guess he isn't little anymore, he's grown into quite a man. I must say the experience changed my opinion of him. He does have his uses after all." His tone left no room for doubt, as to exactly what he meant.

Sirius leapt on top of him hands going around his throat.

Snape considered bashing him on the head with the bottle, but thought it a shame to waste such good whiskey. Instead he let the bottle go and placed his hands around Sirius's neck.

They sat there choking each other, releasing all their hatred and frustrations. Eventually they both passed out.


It was Snape who woke first, as he'd passed out slightly before Sirius. He hadn't been out long and he was still half pissed. He wondered for a moment who the person lying on top of him was. When he remembered, he shoved him off in disgust. That woke Sirius up and the two looked at each other.

Snape sat up a little, leaning his back against a chair. He grabbed his bottle and tilted it, taking a long drink. He turned to look at Sirius. "Why can't you just leave me alone. Wasn't it enough that you made my childhood hell. Do you have to ruin my adult life as well?"

"Contrary to what you obviously think, all the decisions I make don't revolve around you. I didn't take this position because I thought, hey, that'll really piss Snape off. I took it because it's my only option. Employers aren't lining up to hire someone whose been in Azkaban for twelve years. Albus is the only one who will have me. So if you can't stand being around me, you'll have to be the one to leave."

"Yeah, because ever employer wants a former Death Eater of their very own. I'd be great in sales I'm sure. Buy this handbag or die a painful death," Snape said drily.

Against his will, Sirius let out little chuckle. The image of Snape selling handbags was just too funny. "Well I guess we're stuck here then. We'll just have to try to get along. Or completely ignore each other. Personally, I vote for number two."

"Fine Black, just stay out of my way." Snape made as if to get up but quickly lay back on the floor, his head was spinning. Perhaps he'd had just slightly too much to drink.

Sirius watched Snape's failed attempt to rise and bit back a chuckle. He'd have to help the stupid git up. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to pass out in his rooms. He walked over behind him and hoisted him up, arms under his armpits. "Come on, it's time to go back to your room. So we can start ignoring each other."

Snape leaned back into him, his head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. "You're a hard person to ignore Black."

Snape's cheek was warm against Sirius's neck, and his breath on his ear sent an involuntary shiver through him. He needed to get Snape out of his room as soon as possible. He'd been having thoughts, ever since Snape had walked in shirt open, showing a tantalizing expanse of skin. It was just the alcohol, and the fact that he hadn't been with anyone in a year. Merlin, a whole year. Even Snape was being to look..appetizing. He hoped that Snape was to drunk to feel the effect he was having on him.

Snape's eyes widened slightly, as he felt something hard pressing against his lower back. It couldn't be, could it? He straightened slowly, turning to look at Sirius, whose face was flushed, breathing slightly irregular. "My, my, Black. What a surprise. Who would have ever guessed?"

He stumbled back, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Snape stalked towards him, pressing him against the wall, hand going between their bodies. "I'm talking about this," he said his long pale finger tapping against Sirius's erection. He tilted his head a small condescending smile on his face. "Do you want me, Black?"

"Fuck you, Snape. Get the hell out." Sirius tried to push him away, but Snape pinned him against the wall with his body, and all he could do was groan.

"Now, now. Don't get pissy. I never said I didn't want you too. In fact," he ground his growing erection against Sirius's," right now I want to fuck that nasty little mouth of your's until you choke on my come. What do say to that?"

"Fuck you," he said but his breathing was heavy.

"If you play your cards right." He smiled as he saw the desire flash in the other man's eyes. "Now let's see if that mouth of yours is good for something," he said stepping back and slowly unbuttoning his pants.

Sirius's eyes were arrested on those long pale fingers, as they deftly plucked opened the buttons. Suddenly he didn't care that it was Snape. He wanted to taste him, wanted to be inside him. It had been so long. He grabbed Snape pulling him roughly to the ground. His mouth latching on a nipple as his hand freed Snape from his pants.

Snape leaned back his head, groaning as Sirius fisted his cock, and scrapped his teeth across his nipple. He pulled Sirius's hair, non to gently and arched his back.

Sirius let go of Snape's cock, focusing his attention on the trail of hair that had caught his attention earlier. He ran his tongue lightly down it, stopping right below his belly button, and taking the hair in his teeth, tugging on it sharply.

Snape moaned and almost came right then.

Sirius smiled moving down to the head of Snape's cock. Taking the very tip into his mouth, he sucked on it hard, his hand gripped around the base, squeezing periodically. When he slipped his other hand into the back of Snape's pants, stroking his entrance lightly, it proved too much for Snape. He came, harder and longer than he ever had before. Sirius moved his mouth replacing it with his hand and catching as much come as he could. He flipped Snape over unto his knees, and tore off his pants. Gilding his come slicked fingers roughly into Snape's entrance.

Snape groaned and it was part pain and part pleasure. But the pain was eclipsed when Sirius's fingers found the gland inside his body and mercilessly prodded it, all the while scissoring his fingers to stretch his opening, sending sparks of pure pleasure shooting through Snape's body.

Sirius couldn't stand it any longer, he had to be inside him. He stood up quickly pulling down his pants. He positioned himself over Snape and rammed himself to the hilt inside Snape's body. He moaned at the feel of Snape's tight walls squeezing his cock and started to thrust in and out roughly. Pulling on Snape's hair and throwing his head back in abandon. Losing himself in the rhythm.

Snape gasped at the pain as Sirius drove into him mercilessly. The pain was as great as the pleasure and that made it all the better. He moaned as Sirius pulled almost all the way out and rammed back into him.

At Snape's moan, Sirius reached his hand down, wrapping it around Snape's cock. He alternated stroking then thrusting and the non stop barrage of sensations were driving Snape mad.

Sirius felt the pressure building and leaned forward, placing a harsh bite on Snape's neck as he emptied himself into him. The mingle of pleasure and pain from the bite sent Snape over the edge. They both collapsed into a panting heap of tangled sweaty limbs, not moving for several minutes.

Snape was the first to recover enough energy to move. He pushed Sirius off of him and stood, pulling up his pants and buttoning them briskly. He grabbed his bottle and nodding curtly toward Sirius, who was still sprawled on the floor, he turned and left.

Sirius lay there for a moment, before shrugging and getting up to go to bed. After all he had class in the morning, he needed his sleep.