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Ammunition
Title: Make Me Better
Author: Constantine Voss
Warnings: Abuse, Anal, Angst, AU, Humil, Inc, M/M, N/C, SH, SoloM, WIP,
Pairings: TS/SS, SB/SS, HP/SS
Summary: Putting his life on the line as a double agent was not how Severus Snape intended to live; but one prophecy linking him to Harry Potter will change everything and give him the chance to pursue happiness at last. This story is told chronologically, starting with a series of events that occured in Snape's dark past. Constructive criticism and reviews are highly appreciated, but please don't flame me in regards to any of the sexual ideas expressed here; I've clearly listed all the pairings and warnings. This is a male slash Harry Potter fic. You've been warned!
*Edit* Snape is entering his sixth year, not his fifth.
Chapter One: Ammunition
~Flashback~
Severus Snape’s onyx coloured eyes were fixed upon the ceiling above him, where he lied flat on his back on the lumpy mattress. With the ebony and dragon heartstring wand clutched tightly in his right fist, he carelessly sent several small bursts of magic at the gnats buzzing around his greasy head. He took in a deep, shaking breath and prodded gently at the ugly welt on his left cheekbone with his pale, slender fingers. He hissed in pain, and gripped his wand tighter; the bastard marred his face just two days before the start of his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now, those insolent Marauders, as they called themselves, would have fresh ammunition against him.
Suddenly, the room went very quiet and he realized that the buzzing had stopped. Five dead gnats were taking up residence upon his yellowed bed sheets. Sighing, the teenager reached over and swiped a couple tissues from a dirty box. He gathered up the bodies and stood up to stretch. He crossed the room and kicked open a battered, brown school trunk, wherein were several labeled jars. He picked up an unmarked one, unscrewed the lid, and dropped in the little gnats. He put the jar back inside. Carefully, so as not to make even the slightest creaking noise, he closed the lid of the trunk and padded back to the mattress.
Severus dropped down onto it and sighed, hearing his father shouting angrily at some tax broker on the telephone. The bellowing voice echoed powerfully throughout the house and sent a shiver down the teen’s spine. He glanced at the door uneasily; his father slammed the phone back onto the hook. There was a moment of silence – Severus held his breath. The moment elongated, and Severus sighed with relief. Then, he heard the heavy work boots thudding as each footfall brought the man closer up the steps to Severus’s bedroom.
The teen, with an already stringy and pallid look about him, paled even more so. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously in his throat as he swallowed down the inevitable fear. The footsteps stopped just outside his door, and the onyx eyes stared in horror as the rickety, brass doorknob turned. The thin, wooden door swung open with a loud creak, and in stepped the hulking, beast of a man with the signature bottle of Jack clenched in his fist. He took a swig of the sloshing, amber liquid and kicked the door closed behind him with a boot. Mocking, ice blue eyes locked on the frightened onyx ones across the room.
“Stand up,” Tobias growled, thudding further into the room. Severus couldn’t have gotten off the bed any quicker. “Come here.” The teenager came. Tobias grabbed a fistful of Severus’s raven hair and pulled his head back. The boy let out an involuntary whimper as the man scrutinized his handiwork. Tobias touched the welt with his rough, work-calloused palm and frowned as a violent shiver wracked his son’s thin body. “Strip.” He commanded gruffly, having another go at the bottle.
Severus felt bile rise at the back of his throat. Not again! Although Tobias rarely touched him, he still couldn’t bear the thought of those fingers bruising his flesh or the horrible thing being forced past his lips just two days before he reached the sanctuary of the boarding school.
The thick hand smacked against his cheek before Severus even had time to register he was being punished.
“Don’t you fucking hesitate when I tell you to do something, boy.” Father growled.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Severus whispered and raised trembling fingers to his collar button, trying to ignore the painful sting in his cheek. Tobias glared down his hooked nose at the boy and grunted. He brought the bottle again to his lips, watching as Severus unbuttoned the stained, white shirt.
“Can’t you do anything the way I ask?” Tobias snarled, dropping the heavy bottle with a dull thump onto the floor. He seized Severus by the shoulder with one hand, and pawed at the front of his jeans with the other, unfastening the clasp clumsily.
The boy let out another involuntary whimper as the pants and underwear were shoved down past his hips. A rush of cool air made his pale flesh break out in goose bumps. Tobias pulled off the shirt and shoved the boy towards the bed.
“Bend over.” He commanded icily.
Flushing with shame and anger, the boy slowly bent over the mattress, burying his face in the sheets. He felt a heavy hand press on the small of his back; heard his father’s breath hitch excitedly – the bastard. Felt a thick finger press against the pucker and force its way past the ring.
“Nn..!” Severus forced himself to whimper before he could finish saying the word ‘no’. Tears burned from under his closed eyelids and seeped out onto his cheeks as he felt the invading finger probe for something inside of him. The humiliation struck a nerve deep in his chest, and the pain made his knees tremble.
“You like that, little faggot?” Tobias rumbled against Severus’s ear. He curled his finger inside the boy, trying to find a sweet spot. “Why don’t you use your magic on me?” He smirked.
Severus, not even the slightest bit aroused, choked back a sob. Why? Why would his own father shame him this way? He tasted metal and felt his stomach give a quivering flip. The bile rose to the back of his throat again.
Suddenly, a second finger forced its way inside, breaking past the tight muscles, sending a searing pain through Severus’s body. The boy’s legs felt as if they had turned to pudding.
“Nnn!” Severus whimpered again, trying to twist away from the pain. Make it stop! Get out! Leave me alone!
A sharp crack to the backside silenced the boy, and the tears soaked through to the mattress as the fingers began to thrust inside of him. Severus whimpered and groaned when he felt the skin break – at least now there would be some form of lubrication.
Severus felt the heavy hand leave the small of his back and stiffened as he heard the zipper. Tobias wouldn’t – he couldn’t be thinking of that…
A slick, wet sound filled the boy’s ears and made him nauseas again. There was just no way Tobias would do something like that!
Suddenly the fingers left his body and Severus relaxed into the mattress; a much shorter invasion than in previous encounters. He began to push himself up when the feel of something warm and thick pressed against his entrance stopped him. His eyes widened in horror.
“F-Father!” He stammered, twisting his head around to look at the man.
“Shut up,” Came the reply, as Tobias shoved the teen’s face back into the mattress. He entered the boy roughly, and buried his lubricated cock in to the hilt with one swift thrust.
“No!” Severus howled in pain, gripping the sheet in his fists. “Don’t, please!” He sobbed, as Tobias began to thrust at a steady pace. Severus thought he might pass out from the sheer size of it. He didn’t think it was possible that something so large could fit into such a tight space.
He felt the heavy hands on his hips, gripping tightly, bruising his skin. He felt himself being pushed and pulled against the man, who grunted and groaned with pleasure. Severus stopped crying and felt the emptiness well up in his chest. He felt so sick with shame and disgust – at his father taking his virginity and at himself for being too weak to stop it.
Tobias increased his pace and shuddered with orgasm, spilling his seed deep inside the boy’s body. Panting softly, he pulled himself out and tucked it back into his trousers.
“Clean yourself up.” He grunted and thudded out of the room.
Severus panted into the sheets, his entire body shaking. He pushed himself up on wobbly arms, flushed and tearstained. Shakily, he pulled his pants and underwear up over the mess and fell to the floor on his knees.
“God,” he whispered, leaning his head against the mattress. With a violent shudder, he repressed the urge to vomit and closed his eyes.
Author: Constantine Voss
Warnings: Abuse, Anal, Angst, AU, Humil, Inc, M/M, N/C, SH, SoloM, WIP,
Pairings: TS/SS, SB/SS, HP/SS
Summary: Putting his life on the line as a double agent was not how Severus Snape intended to live; but one prophecy linking him to Harry Potter will change everything and give him the chance to pursue happiness at last. This story is told chronologically, starting with a series of events that occured in Snape's dark past. Constructive criticism and reviews are highly appreciated, but please don't flame me in regards to any of the sexual ideas expressed here; I've clearly listed all the pairings and warnings. This is a male slash Harry Potter fic. You've been warned!
*Edit* Snape is entering his sixth year, not his fifth.
Chapter One: Ammunition
~Flashback~
Severus Snape’s onyx coloured eyes were fixed upon the ceiling above him, where he lied flat on his back on the lumpy mattress. With the ebony and dragon heartstring wand clutched tightly in his right fist, he carelessly sent several small bursts of magic at the gnats buzzing around his greasy head. He took in a deep, shaking breath and prodded gently at the ugly welt on his left cheekbone with his pale, slender fingers. He hissed in pain, and gripped his wand tighter; the bastard marred his face just two days before the start of his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now, those insolent Marauders, as they called themselves, would have fresh ammunition against him.
Suddenly, the room went very quiet and he realized that the buzzing had stopped. Five dead gnats were taking up residence upon his yellowed bed sheets. Sighing, the teenager reached over and swiped a couple tissues from a dirty box. He gathered up the bodies and stood up to stretch. He crossed the room and kicked open a battered, brown school trunk, wherein were several labeled jars. He picked up an unmarked one, unscrewed the lid, and dropped in the little gnats. He put the jar back inside. Carefully, so as not to make even the slightest creaking noise, he closed the lid of the trunk and padded back to the mattress.
Severus dropped down onto it and sighed, hearing his father shouting angrily at some tax broker on the telephone. The bellowing voice echoed powerfully throughout the house and sent a shiver down the teen’s spine. He glanced at the door uneasily; his father slammed the phone back onto the hook. There was a moment of silence – Severus held his breath. The moment elongated, and Severus sighed with relief. Then, he heard the heavy work boots thudding as each footfall brought the man closer up the steps to Severus’s bedroom.
The teen, with an already stringy and pallid look about him, paled even more so. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously in his throat as he swallowed down the inevitable fear. The footsteps stopped just outside his door, and the onyx eyes stared in horror as the rickety, brass doorknob turned. The thin, wooden door swung open with a loud creak, and in stepped the hulking, beast of a man with the signature bottle of Jack clenched in his fist. He took a swig of the sloshing, amber liquid and kicked the door closed behind him with a boot. Mocking, ice blue eyes locked on the frightened onyx ones across the room.
“Stand up,” Tobias growled, thudding further into the room. Severus couldn’t have gotten off the bed any quicker. “Come here.” The teenager came. Tobias grabbed a fistful of Severus’s raven hair and pulled his head back. The boy let out an involuntary whimper as the man scrutinized his handiwork. Tobias touched the welt with his rough, work-calloused palm and frowned as a violent shiver wracked his son’s thin body. “Strip.” He commanded gruffly, having another go at the bottle.
Severus felt bile rise at the back of his throat. Not again! Although Tobias rarely touched him, he still couldn’t bear the thought of those fingers bruising his flesh or the horrible thing being forced past his lips just two days before he reached the sanctuary of the boarding school.
The thick hand smacked against his cheek before Severus even had time to register he was being punished.
“Don’t you fucking hesitate when I tell you to do something, boy.” Father growled.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Severus whispered and raised trembling fingers to his collar button, trying to ignore the painful sting in his cheek. Tobias glared down his hooked nose at the boy and grunted. He brought the bottle again to his lips, watching as Severus unbuttoned the stained, white shirt.
“Can’t you do anything the way I ask?” Tobias snarled, dropping the heavy bottle with a dull thump onto the floor. He seized Severus by the shoulder with one hand, and pawed at the front of his jeans with the other, unfastening the clasp clumsily.
The boy let out another involuntary whimper as the pants and underwear were shoved down past his hips. A rush of cool air made his pale flesh break out in goose bumps. Tobias pulled off the shirt and shoved the boy towards the bed.
“Bend over.” He commanded icily.
Flushing with shame and anger, the boy slowly bent over the mattress, burying his face in the sheets. He felt a heavy hand press on the small of his back; heard his father’s breath hitch excitedly – the bastard. Felt a thick finger press against the pucker and force its way past the ring.
“Nn..!” Severus forced himself to whimper before he could finish saying the word ‘no’. Tears burned from under his closed eyelids and seeped out onto his cheeks as he felt the invading finger probe for something inside of him. The humiliation struck a nerve deep in his chest, and the pain made his knees tremble.
“You like that, little faggot?” Tobias rumbled against Severus’s ear. He curled his finger inside the boy, trying to find a sweet spot. “Why don’t you use your magic on me?” He smirked.
Severus, not even the slightest bit aroused, choked back a sob. Why? Why would his own father shame him this way? He tasted metal and felt his stomach give a quivering flip. The bile rose to the back of his throat again.
Suddenly, a second finger forced its way inside, breaking past the tight muscles, sending a searing pain through Severus’s body. The boy’s legs felt as if they had turned to pudding.
“Nnn!” Severus whimpered again, trying to twist away from the pain. Make it stop! Get out! Leave me alone!
A sharp crack to the backside silenced the boy, and the tears soaked through to the mattress as the fingers began to thrust inside of him. Severus whimpered and groaned when he felt the skin break – at least now there would be some form of lubrication.
Severus felt the heavy hand leave the small of his back and stiffened as he heard the zipper. Tobias wouldn’t – he couldn’t be thinking of that…
A slick, wet sound filled the boy’s ears and made him nauseas again. There was just no way Tobias would do something like that!
Suddenly the fingers left his body and Severus relaxed into the mattress; a much shorter invasion than in previous encounters. He began to push himself up when the feel of something warm and thick pressed against his entrance stopped him. His eyes widened in horror.
“F-Father!” He stammered, twisting his head around to look at the man.
“Shut up,” Came the reply, as Tobias shoved the teen’s face back into the mattress. He entered the boy roughly, and buried his lubricated cock in to the hilt with one swift thrust.
“No!” Severus howled in pain, gripping the sheet in his fists. “Don’t, please!” He sobbed, as Tobias began to thrust at a steady pace. Severus thought he might pass out from the sheer size of it. He didn’t think it was possible that something so large could fit into such a tight space.
He felt the heavy hands on his hips, gripping tightly, bruising his skin. He felt himself being pushed and pulled against the man, who grunted and groaned with pleasure. Severus stopped crying and felt the emptiness well up in his chest. He felt so sick with shame and disgust – at his father taking his virginity and at himself for being too weak to stop it.
Tobias increased his pace and shuddered with orgasm, spilling his seed deep inside the boy’s body. Panting softly, he pulled himself out and tucked it back into his trousers.
“Clean yourself up.” He grunted and thudded out of the room.
Severus panted into the sheets, his entire body shaking. He pushed himself up on wobbly arms, flushed and tearstained. Shakily, he pulled his pants and underwear up over the mess and fell to the floor on his knees.
“God,” he whispered, leaning his head against the mattress. With a violent shudder, he repressed the urge to vomit and closed his eyes.