TITLE: Famulatus
AUTHOR: Neurotic Squirrel
STATUS/PART: 1/1
EMAIL: karlasosayahoo.com, neuroticsquirrel1yahoo.com
RATING: PG 13 for now
PAIRING: SS/LV for now
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me and I'm doing bad, bad things with them. Spank me hard.
SUMMARY: His lord is back and Snape's life sucks. The Order does not know how far he has to go to spy for them. AUTHOR'S NOTES: I started this fic last year, originally intending it to be an SB/SS mpreg. Then I forgot all about it. It's probably not going to be an mpreg anymore and I'm not sure what pairing it'll really end up being, but I know what I'm doing with it now. This is unbetaed so if you see any mistakes, please tell me.
Prologue
"Ssseverus, my beautiful, loyal one."
He does not shudder as the words are whispered in his ear. He would not react.
"So many years, stolen from me, from usssss."
Cold dry lips kiss his neck.
The dark haired man accepts the kiss dispassionately. He would not shudder.
"My dearest Ssseverusss. You have aged."
"You have been gone for so long, my lord."
"Yesss, I have. Too long. Filthy Potter."
His hair is caressed. He does not shudder.
"He took away my best yearsss to be with you. But that'sss all right. I can get them back."
The dark haired man looks at his lord uncomprehendingly.
"What do you mean, my lord?"
The snake man smiles in response. He pushes an unresisting body on to the bed.
"Ssstay ssstill."
He begins to chant. Then, the screams start. The body on the bed convulses and sobs in torment.
As the dark haired man lying on the bed begins to stir, the snake man gazes adoringly down at him.
"Beautiful Severusss," he whispers, caressing his face. He leads the dark haired man to a mirror and wraps his arms around him as they look into the glass together.
The dark haired man does not react to what he sees there. He does not react to the sight of himself young again, 19 perhaps. He does not react to the longer hair or the slender arms.
He does not see how the reflection is beautiful.
"Mine." The whisper in his ear provokes not reaction. A mark on his neck glows, but he does not seem to notice.
The snake man smiles and leads him back to the bed.
"Show this face to no one else."
AUTHOR: Neurotic Squirrel
STATUS/PART: 1/1
EMAIL: karlasosayahoo.com, neuroticsquirrel1yahoo.com
RATING: PG 13 for now
PAIRING: SS/LV for now
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me and I'm doing bad, bad things with them. Spank me hard.
SUMMARY: His lord is back and Snape's life sucks. The Order does not know how far he has to go to spy for them. AUTHOR'S NOTES: I started this fic last year, originally intending it to be an SB/SS mpreg. Then I forgot all about it. It's probably not going to be an mpreg anymore and I'm not sure what pairing it'll really end up being, but I know what I'm doing with it now. This is unbetaed so if you see any mistakes, please tell me.
Prologue
"Ssseverus, my beautiful, loyal one."
He does not shudder as the words are whispered in his ear. He would not react.
"So many years, stolen from me, from usssss."
Cold dry lips kiss his neck.
The dark haired man accepts the kiss dispassionately. He would not shudder.
"My dearest Ssseverusss. You have aged."
"You have been gone for so long, my lord."
"Yesss, I have. Too long. Filthy Potter."
His hair is caressed. He does not shudder.
"He took away my best yearsss to be with you. But that'sss all right. I can get them back."
The dark haired man looks at his lord uncomprehendingly.
"What do you mean, my lord?"
The snake man smiles in response. He pushes an unresisting body on to the bed.
"Ssstay ssstill."
He begins to chant. Then, the screams start. The body on the bed convulses and sobs in torment.
As the dark haired man lying on the bed begins to stir, the snake man gazes adoringly down at him.
"Beautiful Severusss," he whispers, caressing his face. He leads the dark haired man to a mirror and wraps his arms around him as they look into the glass together.
The dark haired man does not react to what he sees there. He does not react to the sight of himself young again, 19 perhaps. He does not react to the longer hair or the slender arms.
He does not see how the reflection is beautiful.
"Mine." The whisper in his ear provokes not reaction. A mark on his neck glows, but he does not seem to notice.
The snake man smiles and leads him back to the bed.
"Show this face to no one else."