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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,521
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Breaking Point
Disclaimer: None of the characters used herein belong to me, I am using them without permission and am making no money off of this.
Title: Breaking Point
Author: Lady Feylene
Warning: Slash. Male on male sexual interaction. Non-consensual sexual situations.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: POA, OotP
Pairing: Severus/Sirius
Summary: Severus is urged to take revenge on Sirius, and launches a devious plan to do so. This takes place in their seventh year.
Author\'s Note: This is my first and probably only attempt at Sirius/Severus. It\'s a damn hard pairing to do plausibly, but I had to try. Special thanks to my beta for cleaning it up for me! Enjoy.
Breaking Point
“He’s in the Quidditch lockers.” Evan Rosier slipped into the Slytherin dorm, and Severus Snape looked up and nodded. This was betthen hen he’d expected. He had thought his little plan would have to wait until the weekend, during the Quidditch match. The potion worked just as well absorbed into the skin as it did swallowed. “You owe me one, Sev, I almost got beaten within an inch of my life.”
“But you didn’t. Andve bve been over this, don’t call me Sev.” Severus’ voice lacked any conviction. “Cover for me, would you?” He didn’t want Black’s idiotic friends coming to look for him. But they shouldn’t. It was the night after a full moon. Lupin was in the infirmary, Potter on a date and Pettigrew never left the dorm alone. This was going to work out far better then he’d expected…
And Black deserved everything he was going to get, for what had happened…
***
Humiliation. Pure and total humiliation. Yet again. Severus Snape curled up under his covers, nursing his wounded pride. He doubted he’d be able to leave the dorm without receiving jeers and catcalls for today’s lovely prank at his expense. Having his robes transfigured into a pink girls pinafore was *not* a pleasant ending to a day. Especially when it was done in front of most of the school.
//I hate them.//
The thought went round and round in Severus’ mind, worrying a path like an agitated dog. What had he *ever* done to deserve this form of treatment? Ah yes, what had Potter said the previous year? Existing. It was purely his existence that vexed them so much.
In all honesty, their behavior left Severus very much in doubt of the so called Gryffindor nobility. What nobility was there in making his life a living hell? He did his best to ignore them, but they made it so damn hard! And he was not going to lie down and let them make a fool of him. For every prank, he got his own back.
But this was the last straw. For nearly seven years he’d been enduring, and no longer. He only had a few months left, he was going to have the last word.
At least on Black.
***
It was thanks to Evan that things went so smoothly. He had a love of trouble that equaled Potter’s on a good day, and was always more then willing to help Severus with his plans. He was clever and quick thinking, and it was those talenhat hat saved what could have been a disaster…
***
Evan whistled a soft tune to himself, as he wandered down the hall. His role was minor, but ridiculously important. Down the halls, out of the castle, and out to the Quidditch locker. He was Keeper for and captain of the Slytherin team, it wasn’t that odd that he be visiting the area after school. But he needed to be careful. *very* careful, it seemed.
“What are you doing down here, Rosier?”
“Me?” Evan turned, and found himself face to face with what was probably a lucky stroke. “Just out for a bit of inspiration Black, what are you doing here?”
“Following you.”
He was certainly surly! Honest, but surly. Evan couldn’t stand the handsome prat, and grinned a bit when he thought of what was coming.
ell,ell, here I am.” Evan shoved his hand into his pockets and gave the Gryffindor an open smile. “I’m not sabotaging your team, if that’s what you’re thinking…”
“Like hell you aren’t.”
“Aren’t you suspicious?” Evan clicked his tongue, but gasped whenck sck shoved him roughly against the wall.
“Of course I am.” Black snarled, one had holding Evan pinned and the other searching through his pockets. Oh. Shit.
“What’s this?” Black pulled a small vial out of Evan’s pocket. //Time to think quick Rosier.//
“Nothing!” he snapped, then went on hurriedly. “All right, look, it’s….it’s a potion. I was gonna….add it to your showers. Causes muscle cramps…” He hoped this worked.
“Oh yeah?” Black held it up to the light, looking at it closely. “And why would you admit that so easily, huh?”
“Because you’re twice my size and have the temper of a rampaging bull.” Evan shrugged.
“You’re not stupid.” Black was eyeing him suspiciously now. “What is it *really* Rosier?” The question was punctuated by fingers tightening around his wrists.
“All right, all right!” Evan sighed, eyes trained on the floor. This was it. “It’s an strength and endurance potion. I was stashing it here, to use in the match this weekend.” He spoke as though he really didn’t want to be speaking at all.
“You little shit!” Slammed back against the wall, harder. “I ought to turn you over to Dumbledore…”
“Look, you caught me, you took it away…let’s leave it here, huh?”
“No.” Black shook his head, eyes flashing angrily. Oh shit. “We’ll keep it here, but this isn’t over.”
“Oh?” It was supposed to be over. Evan had pretty much planned for this to be over.
“I’ll keep this quiet, but you have to learn your lesson.”
“I suppose a spanking’s too much to hope for?” Evan asked. Even now, he couldn’t help but be cheeky. He was going to get the shit kicked out of him.
“Yeah.” Black said. “Strength, huh?” He was looking at the potion still. A brilliant idea occurred to Evan.
“Yeah….” He said, slowly. Oh, he hoped it worked!
“You’re going to wish you never thought of this, Rosier…”
A small, cruel smile crept over Evan’s lips as Black drank the potion.
***
The walk to the Quidditch Stadium was pure hell. Severus had to fight to keep himself calm and under control. Evan had promised to do his best to distract Filch, and Severus knew Evan’s best would give him pretty much the entire night to roam about.
He was quivering with excitement. Revenge, finally. Nothing he’d ever done, nothing he had ever attempted had ever had any affect on k. k. But this….oh this was perfect! Slightly distasteful, but it didn’t matter. There was little he wouldn’t sacrifice to get his vengeance on Black. And a quiet, discreet conversation with Regulus in the boys bathroom had given him the exact means to accomplish his plans.
***
“Snape….come here a minute.”
Regulus waved the sickly looking Slytherin over to him. Snape had looked a bit surprised, but had complied. Regulus was nervous. He knew there was a chance Snape would haul him to their head of house, but he had to risk it. Seeing him, strutting about like some peacock…it made him sick! He couldn’t do anything though, he just didn’t have the guts. Snape did, and Snape would want to get at Sirius just as badly as he did.
“What?” Snape was cautious, and Reg didn’t blame him.
“I’ve got…a favor.” Reg *hated* asking for favors. He was a Black, he shouldn’t have to.
“I don’t do favors.”
“Figured you didn’t.” Reg sighed. “Look…it’s my brother…”
“Oh?” Well, that garnered some interest.
“I want you to take him down.” Reg’s voice was steely, and he took a deep breath. God, but Sirius made him so angry! “Not like…kill him.” he cleared up quickly. “Just bring him down. Hard.”
“Oh?”
Reg hated that. Snape wasn’t offering anything, he was just expecting him to spit out the information that was needed. Which he wouldn’t.
“Look, do you want to or not?” He wasn’t going to bargain. Snape nodded, tersely. “All right. You’re…queer, right?”
“And what business is it of yours?”
“Not much, but Sirius…he’s got some problems with queers.” Reg shrugged. “In the He’s Not and Never Would Be Or Please Kill Him manner.”
“Oh?”
“You say ‘oh’ one more time and I’m going to shove you down a toilet.” Reg snapped. “Anyway, thought you might be able to use that piece of information. To your advantage.”
“You want me to rape your brother?”
“I never said that.” And he wouldn’t. He wasn’t stupid, he’d never come out and say it.
“But you implied it.”
“Interpret my words however you want, Snape.” Reg shrugged. “I just know that he’d never have the bullocks to admit it happened to him…”
***
And that had been that. The plan had not taken long to formulate. Knock Black out, bind him, and do the deed. Though Severus really wasn’t entirely certain if he’d be able to. Oh, Black most definitely deserved it, but he wasn’t exactly attracted to the other boy. He hoped the situation itself would be enough to arouse him. It should. Black, bound and helpless….yes, that should be enough.
The lockers were dark, and Black was still unconscious. He’d have to do it here. Frowning, he glanced about the room. He began quickly and methodically removing Black’s clothing, paying little attention to the task. Once the Gryffindor was naked, Severus conjured strong ropes and bound him. Upright, of course. And now to revive him…
***
Sirius felt like he’d been bit in the head with a twenty pound bludger. He was groggy, and sore. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the low light. Slowly, things began to come clear. He was tied. He was naked. He wasn’t alone.
“Snape!” The name was spat out like poison. “What the *fuck* are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything.” Snape’s voice was cool and slick, and Sirius strained against the bindings on his wrists.
“Let me go. Now.”
“No.” Snape shook his head. He was too damn calm and cocky.
“Now!” Sirius repeated. This wasn’t funny. “I swear to god, you littl
“
“I’d be a bit more polite, if I were you.” Snape sat down on a bench, acting like this was nothing out of the ordinary.
“What do you want?” He had to want something.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out shortly.” Snape said, and Sirius was disgusted by the small smile that curved his lips. It was sick.
“What the fuck are you going to do?”
“I’m not entirely certain yet.” Snape shrugged. “I have a rough idea, but I never planned out specifics.”
“Oh? So, ‘generally’, what the fuck are you going to do?”
“Fitting choice of words, ‘fuck’.” That smile got worse. No. No no no no no. This wasn’t happening….
***
Severus honestly didn’t know what to do now. Here was Black, naked and bound and at his mercy. And he looked scared. He’d never seen Black scared before, not like this. He was terrified. It was a rather nice feeling, really.
“Stop this. Now.” But it wasn’t demanding anymore. It was hoarse and frightened.
“No.” Severus stood, and ran a finger down Black’s cheek. He felt the Gryffindor recoil away from it, and smiled. “I think I shall start by telling you *exactly* what I’m going to do to you.” Well, he’d make it up as he went along.
“Shut up…” More panic.
“No.”
Severus kissed him. It was bitter and foul and it made his skin crawl. Black tasted like ashes and butterbeer, and he twisted his head away. Severus had to hold him in place.
“What’s the matter?” Severus hissed, pressing his body against Black’s. This was disgusting, all of it. The entire seven years of petty battle had been a sickening abomination.
“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.”
“I will do as I please with you!” Severus slapped him, hard, and kissed him again. He wanted to be ill. He reached down, wrapping his hand roughly around Black’s limp member. He felt the other boy straining away, twisting and fighting. Severus said nothing, continued to kiss and grope at him. His hand slipped down, between Black’s legs, roughly finding his entrance and shoving his fingers in. He felt Black stiffen, heard him yelp. He said nothing, just twisted his fingers. Black turned his head away, and Severus didn’t force him back. He used his fingers violently, teeth clenched in grim determination.
He pulled away. He wasn’t hard in the least, rather he felt as though he would never take any pleasure from sex again. He glared at Black, and all his false bravado and self righteousness fled. Black looked broken, limp and frightened.
He saw Black looking at him from the corner of his eye. Severus tilted his head up, glaring back. He would not show weakness, Black didn’t deserve it! But….did he really deserve *this*?
“I’m certain you know what follows.” Severus said, coldly. Black tensed, his face pale. “Were you in my place, of course, you hardly would have bothered with foreplay.”
The broken Gryffindor didn’t even have a retort. He should finish the job now. But he couldn’t. Black was the monster, the murderer, the vile one. Not Severus.
“Be thankful I’m a better man then you.” Severus said, untying Black’s bonds with a wave of his wand. “Leave me alone, Black. From now on, you leave me alone.”
A terse nod was all Severus received, but it was enough. He kicked Black’s clothes over to him.
“You don’t tell *anyone* about this!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Severus tucked his wand back into his pocket. He didn’t want anyone to know about this. Let Regulus think what he wanted. He should have done his own dirty work.
Severus gave Black another cold stare, before leaving him alone on the floor of the locker room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fin
Title: Breaking Point
Author: Lady Feylene
Warning: Slash. Male on male sexual interaction. Non-consensual sexual situations.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: POA, OotP
Pairing: Severus/Sirius
Summary: Severus is urged to take revenge on Sirius, and launches a devious plan to do so. This takes place in their seventh year.
Author\'s Note: This is my first and probably only attempt at Sirius/Severus. It\'s a damn hard pairing to do plausibly, but I had to try. Special thanks to my beta for cleaning it up for me! Enjoy.
Breaking Point
“He’s in the Quidditch lockers.” Evan Rosier slipped into the Slytherin dorm, and Severus Snape looked up and nodded. This was betthen hen he’d expected. He had thought his little plan would have to wait until the weekend, during the Quidditch match. The potion worked just as well absorbed into the skin as it did swallowed. “You owe me one, Sev, I almost got beaten within an inch of my life.”
“But you didn’t. Andve bve been over this, don’t call me Sev.” Severus’ voice lacked any conviction. “Cover for me, would you?” He didn’t want Black’s idiotic friends coming to look for him. But they shouldn’t. It was the night after a full moon. Lupin was in the infirmary, Potter on a date and Pettigrew never left the dorm alone. This was going to work out far better then he’d expected…
And Black deserved everything he was going to get, for what had happened…
***
Humiliation. Pure and total humiliation. Yet again. Severus Snape curled up under his covers, nursing his wounded pride. He doubted he’d be able to leave the dorm without receiving jeers and catcalls for today’s lovely prank at his expense. Having his robes transfigured into a pink girls pinafore was *not* a pleasant ending to a day. Especially when it was done in front of most of the school.
//I hate them.//
The thought went round and round in Severus’ mind, worrying a path like an agitated dog. What had he *ever* done to deserve this form of treatment? Ah yes, what had Potter said the previous year? Existing. It was purely his existence that vexed them so much.
In all honesty, their behavior left Severus very much in doubt of the so called Gryffindor nobility. What nobility was there in making his life a living hell? He did his best to ignore them, but they made it so damn hard! And he was not going to lie down and let them make a fool of him. For every prank, he got his own back.
But this was the last straw. For nearly seven years he’d been enduring, and no longer. He only had a few months left, he was going to have the last word.
At least on Black.
***
It was thanks to Evan that things went so smoothly. He had a love of trouble that equaled Potter’s on a good day, and was always more then willing to help Severus with his plans. He was clever and quick thinking, and it was those talenhat hat saved what could have been a disaster…
***
Evan whistled a soft tune to himself, as he wandered down the hall. His role was minor, but ridiculously important. Down the halls, out of the castle, and out to the Quidditch locker. He was Keeper for and captain of the Slytherin team, it wasn’t that odd that he be visiting the area after school. But he needed to be careful. *very* careful, it seemed.
“What are you doing down here, Rosier?”
“Me?” Evan turned, and found himself face to face with what was probably a lucky stroke. “Just out for a bit of inspiration Black, what are you doing here?”
“Following you.”
He was certainly surly! Honest, but surly. Evan couldn’t stand the handsome prat, and grinned a bit when he thought of what was coming.
ell,ell, here I am.” Evan shoved his hand into his pockets and gave the Gryffindor an open smile. “I’m not sabotaging your team, if that’s what you’re thinking…”
“Like hell you aren’t.”
“Aren’t you suspicious?” Evan clicked his tongue, but gasped whenck sck shoved him roughly against the wall.
“Of course I am.” Black snarled, one had holding Evan pinned and the other searching through his pockets. Oh. Shit.
“What’s this?” Black pulled a small vial out of Evan’s pocket. //Time to think quick Rosier.//
“Nothing!” he snapped, then went on hurriedly. “All right, look, it’s….it’s a potion. I was gonna….add it to your showers. Causes muscle cramps…” He hoped this worked.
“Oh yeah?” Black held it up to the light, looking at it closely. “And why would you admit that so easily, huh?”
“Because you’re twice my size and have the temper of a rampaging bull.” Evan shrugged.
“You’re not stupid.” Black was eyeing him suspiciously now. “What is it *really* Rosier?” The question was punctuated by fingers tightening around his wrists.
“All right, all right!” Evan sighed, eyes trained on the floor. This was it. “It’s an strength and endurance potion. I was stashing it here, to use in the match this weekend.” He spoke as though he really didn’t want to be speaking at all.
“You little shit!” Slammed back against the wall, harder. “I ought to turn you over to Dumbledore…”
“Look, you caught me, you took it away…let’s leave it here, huh?”
“No.” Black shook his head, eyes flashing angrily. Oh shit. “We’ll keep it here, but this isn’t over.”
“Oh?” It was supposed to be over. Evan had pretty much planned for this to be over.
“I’ll keep this quiet, but you have to learn your lesson.”
“I suppose a spanking’s too much to hope for?” Evan asked. Even now, he couldn’t help but be cheeky. He was going to get the shit kicked out of him.
“Yeah.” Black said. “Strength, huh?” He was looking at the potion still. A brilliant idea occurred to Evan.
“Yeah….” He said, slowly. Oh, he hoped it worked!
“You’re going to wish you never thought of this, Rosier…”
A small, cruel smile crept over Evan’s lips as Black drank the potion.
***
The walk to the Quidditch Stadium was pure hell. Severus had to fight to keep himself calm and under control. Evan had promised to do his best to distract Filch, and Severus knew Evan’s best would give him pretty much the entire night to roam about.
He was quivering with excitement. Revenge, finally. Nothing he’d ever done, nothing he had ever attempted had ever had any affect on k. k. But this….oh this was perfect! Slightly distasteful, but it didn’t matter. There was little he wouldn’t sacrifice to get his vengeance on Black. And a quiet, discreet conversation with Regulus in the boys bathroom had given him the exact means to accomplish his plans.
***
“Snape….come here a minute.”
Regulus waved the sickly looking Slytherin over to him. Snape had looked a bit surprised, but had complied. Regulus was nervous. He knew there was a chance Snape would haul him to their head of house, but he had to risk it. Seeing him, strutting about like some peacock…it made him sick! He couldn’t do anything though, he just didn’t have the guts. Snape did, and Snape would want to get at Sirius just as badly as he did.
“What?” Snape was cautious, and Reg didn’t blame him.
“I’ve got…a favor.” Reg *hated* asking for favors. He was a Black, he shouldn’t have to.
“I don’t do favors.”
“Figured you didn’t.” Reg sighed. “Look…it’s my brother…”
“Oh?” Well, that garnered some interest.
“I want you to take him down.” Reg’s voice was steely, and he took a deep breath. God, but Sirius made him so angry! “Not like…kill him.” he cleared up quickly. “Just bring him down. Hard.”
“Oh?”
Reg hated that. Snape wasn’t offering anything, he was just expecting him to spit out the information that was needed. Which he wouldn’t.
“Look, do you want to or not?” He wasn’t going to bargain. Snape nodded, tersely. “All right. You’re…queer, right?”
“And what business is it of yours?”
“Not much, but Sirius…he’s got some problems with queers.” Reg shrugged. “In the He’s Not and Never Would Be Or Please Kill Him manner.”
“Oh?”
“You say ‘oh’ one more time and I’m going to shove you down a toilet.” Reg snapped. “Anyway, thought you might be able to use that piece of information. To your advantage.”
“You want me to rape your brother?”
“I never said that.” And he wouldn’t. He wasn’t stupid, he’d never come out and say it.
“But you implied it.”
“Interpret my words however you want, Snape.” Reg shrugged. “I just know that he’d never have the bullocks to admit it happened to him…”
***
And that had been that. The plan had not taken long to formulate. Knock Black out, bind him, and do the deed. Though Severus really wasn’t entirely certain if he’d be able to. Oh, Black most definitely deserved it, but he wasn’t exactly attracted to the other boy. He hoped the situation itself would be enough to arouse him. It should. Black, bound and helpless….yes, that should be enough.
The lockers were dark, and Black was still unconscious. He’d have to do it here. Frowning, he glanced about the room. He began quickly and methodically removing Black’s clothing, paying little attention to the task. Once the Gryffindor was naked, Severus conjured strong ropes and bound him. Upright, of course. And now to revive him…
***
Sirius felt like he’d been bit in the head with a twenty pound bludger. He was groggy, and sore. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the low light. Slowly, things began to come clear. He was tied. He was naked. He wasn’t alone.
“Snape!” The name was spat out like poison. “What the *fuck* are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything.” Snape’s voice was cool and slick, and Sirius strained against the bindings on his wrists.
“Let me go. Now.”
“No.” Snape shook his head. He was too damn calm and cocky.
“Now!” Sirius repeated. This wasn’t funny. “I swear to god, you littl
“
“I’d be a bit more polite, if I were you.” Snape sat down on a bench, acting like this was nothing out of the ordinary.
“What do you want?” He had to want something.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out shortly.” Snape said, and Sirius was disgusted by the small smile that curved his lips. It was sick.
“What the fuck are you going to do?”
“I’m not entirely certain yet.” Snape shrugged. “I have a rough idea, but I never planned out specifics.”
“Oh? So, ‘generally’, what the fuck are you going to do?”
“Fitting choice of words, ‘fuck’.” That smile got worse. No. No no no no no. This wasn’t happening….
***
Severus honestly didn’t know what to do now. Here was Black, naked and bound and at his mercy. And he looked scared. He’d never seen Black scared before, not like this. He was terrified. It was a rather nice feeling, really.
“Stop this. Now.” But it wasn’t demanding anymore. It was hoarse and frightened.
“No.” Severus stood, and ran a finger down Black’s cheek. He felt the Gryffindor recoil away from it, and smiled. “I think I shall start by telling you *exactly* what I’m going to do to you.” Well, he’d make it up as he went along.
“Shut up…” More panic.
“No.”
Severus kissed him. It was bitter and foul and it made his skin crawl. Black tasted like ashes and butterbeer, and he twisted his head away. Severus had to hold him in place.
“What’s the matter?” Severus hissed, pressing his body against Black’s. This was disgusting, all of it. The entire seven years of petty battle had been a sickening abomination.
“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.”
“I will do as I please with you!” Severus slapped him, hard, and kissed him again. He wanted to be ill. He reached down, wrapping his hand roughly around Black’s limp member. He felt the other boy straining away, twisting and fighting. Severus said nothing, continued to kiss and grope at him. His hand slipped down, between Black’s legs, roughly finding his entrance and shoving his fingers in. He felt Black stiffen, heard him yelp. He said nothing, just twisted his fingers. Black turned his head away, and Severus didn’t force him back. He used his fingers violently, teeth clenched in grim determination.
He pulled away. He wasn’t hard in the least, rather he felt as though he would never take any pleasure from sex again. He glared at Black, and all his false bravado and self righteousness fled. Black looked broken, limp and frightened.
He saw Black looking at him from the corner of his eye. Severus tilted his head up, glaring back. He would not show weakness, Black didn’t deserve it! But….did he really deserve *this*?
“I’m certain you know what follows.” Severus said, coldly. Black tensed, his face pale. “Were you in my place, of course, you hardly would have bothered with foreplay.”
The broken Gryffindor didn’t even have a retort. He should finish the job now. But he couldn’t. Black was the monster, the murderer, the vile one. Not Severus.
“Be thankful I’m a better man then you.” Severus said, untying Black’s bonds with a wave of his wand. “Leave me alone, Black. From now on, you leave me alone.”
A terse nod was all Severus received, but it was enough. He kicked Black’s clothes over to him.
“You don’t tell *anyone* about this!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Severus tucked his wand back into his pocket. He didn’t want anyone to know about this. Let Regulus think what he wanted. He should have done his own dirty work.
Severus gave Black another cold stare, before leaving him alone on the floor of the locker room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fin