Title: Potions and Passion
Author: Jane Delight
Warnings: dubious-con, slash, character death
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise doesn't belong to me.
Summary: SLASH. SSSB SBHP HPSS implied SBJP. One potion, many side effects.
Potions and Passion
Part I
Severus Snape
Severus Snape inspected the potion residing in the cauldron in front of him. It was perfect, as usual. He'd been reluctant to make the potion as many of its ingredients were illegal and hard to come by, but his customer had made sure to make it worth his while
A loud banging at the door drew his attention away from the potion.
Severus stalked towards the door, his usual black robes billowing behind him, and threw it open, before snarling, "What are you trying to do Black? Wake the whole castle up?"
The man stepped into the room, his eyes immediately searching and finding the cauldron containing the potion – completely ignoring Severus.
"It's done?" he asked, moving along with Severus towards the cauldron.
"As always," answered Severus in an irritated tone, whilst filling the potion into a vial.
The other man's grey eyes grew unfocused as he simply stared at the potion, before reaching for the vial, which Severus quickly pulled out of his reach.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" His thin lips twisted into a smirk.
The man scowled at him before replying, "You're sick, you know. All for your own sadistic amusement. I honestly don't know why I put up with it… There are other ways for me to get it."
"As your diminutive brain has obviously forgotten, this potion is not cheap. Added to that, every other person with the right skills to make it would not, because it's illegal. And even if they did, I highly doubt they'd keep quiet about it… you being a teacher and all…"
He smirked once more before adding, "As for me being sick, that's the pot calling the kettle black, Black. Now, enough of this idle chatter. Follow me."
At the last part he'd started walking across the room, towards a door with so dark a colour that it was nearly invisible in the sparsely lit room.
"What, you managed to warm your non-existent heart to the degree that we're actually going to substitute the cold floor with a warm bed?"
"No. But really Black, I wasn't aware that you knew such big words," replied Severus with a hint of amusement as the other let out a low growl.
Black opened his mouth to reply, but promptly shut it when Severus opened the door.
Confusion spread over his features as he recognised the potions classroom.
"What are we doing here?"
Instead of answering, Severus made his way over to a desk in the front row and asked, "Do you know what this is, Black?"
A resigned sigh.
"A desk?"
Severus leered at him.
"Not just any desk: your beloved godson sits here"
"So? What's the big deal? I thought you wanted your payment…" he trailed of and suddenly realisation dawned upon him. His eyes seemed to spark with hatred as he regarded Severus.
"Merlin! First you insist on this arrangement instead of asking for money, like any sane person would, and now you've decided to torment me psychologically!"
Severus just raised an eyebrow and replied, "At least I'm not into necrophilia. Now shut up and get down on your knees."
The man complied and shivered as his clothes were removed by a muttered spell.
Severus undid his trousers, allowing his still limp cock to become visible.
"Begin."
And so the other man did.
A while later, Severus shut the door behind the other man. A satisfied smile crept onto his face; his plan would now be put into action. It was time to rid the world of one mangy dog and of one 'superhero'.