Strawberry flavored potion
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter series.
Summary: After being made to drink youth restoring potion, that he himself created, Severus Snape finds himself showered with far too much very much unwanted attention. ?/SS slash.
Chapter 1
Unless you were certain crazy and bitchy Azkaban escapee, kneeling in front of notorious psychopath and the wannabe ruler of the wizarding world was never a pleasant experience. More so, when that psychopath decided to grace you with his undivided attention. And yet, despite the circumstances, Severus Snape couldn't contain satisfied smirk grazing his lips. The mask hid his face anyway.
Three years of hard work resided inside one little bottle, that was now being caressed by the long spidery fingers of the Dark lord. It was powerful youth restoring potion. This as far as the public knowledge went - the second such thing ever being created - the first being the philosopher's stone - the labor fruit of lifelong research of genius Nicolas Flamel. And yet he, the old slimy bastard bat, managed to solve the task in three years! Although, truth to be said, the ingredients required for the potion were ridiculously hard to find, and the process of making it so complicated - he doubted that anyone would bother to make it, even if he could to publish the recipe. So that lowered the value of the discovery. But the fact remained - he did it ! And soon the megalomaniac will open the cork and Severus will be able to see the outcome of his sleepless nights..
"I must say that you surprissed me this time Severuss. I truly didn't expect you to succeed in the tasssk." Hissed the snake-face in front of him and to Severus' great disappointment carefully placed the bottle inside the robe pocket. Way to spoil the fun. "And you say there are no side effects? Marvelous job indeed...Now take out another dose, Severus, and drink it.
"What?" Asked dumbfounded professor, even forgetting to add the honorifics at the end of the question.
Smile disappeared from snake's face. "Now now, Severuss, I am well aware of that little strange hobby of yoursss to make at leassst one more additional dosse of the potion that I require of you to create. The bottle that you gave me was still warm and your hair ssstill smell of belladona. So I presume you rushed here straight out of the lab and haven't yet had the time to go to that little sstorage room and place the remaing potion on a dusty shelf so asss to pressserve it for sscientific purposesss. "
Severus blanched. The accuracy of the statement was frightening. True to Voldemort's word's he had yet another dose of youth restoring potion in his pocket. Only one another and no more ingredients left to prepare more. It would be irreplaceable loss if he were made to drink it. More so, unlike the dark lord, Severus Snape had no desire whatsoever to prolong his own life. Why it lasted far too long already.
"There is a possibility, my lord, (although marginally small, but no need to empathize that) that you might need another dose to be fully restored to your glory, and there are no more ingredients left to create more potion. I assure you that the potion has been thoroughly tested, and trying it on a living being is just stu.." The spy tried reasoning with megalomaniac rather than blatantly lie.
"Enough!" Interrupted him the dark lord, took a step forward, removed the mask from Snape's face and painfully grasping his chin with his left hand, took out the bottle from his pocked with another hand, uncorked it and hissed in the potion's masters ear " While I am pleased with you, Severuss, unless you obey me this very moment, it won't be ssso much longer. Drink it!" He roughly pushed the bottle to Severus lips.
As thick and creamy ruby colored potion rushed down Severus' throat, he dimly noted that despite the odd and intoxicating smell, the taste was pleasant and somewhat akin to that of strawberry cake. It was the last coherent fought he had before the potion kicked in. For soon as it started to work potions master was overwhelmed by a rush of feelings. If not for the fact that he had been already kneeling, he would have most likely collapsed on the floor. It was as if he has been struck by a lightning - all the hairs on his body stood up, and he suddenly became aware off every cell in his body, each and every one of them so sensitive that the hair that even the feeling of hair tickling his neck suddenly became unbearable. More so, every little ache, that Severus was not even aware of having, disappeared. Although he was biting his lips throaty moan still escaped them. Being freed form all the little pains that he had accumulated trough his life, was the most pleasurable and liberating experience he'd ever had. Unwillingly, unknowingly the potion's master was completely and utterly lost in that feeling.
Finally awareness returned to him, and slightly flushed Severus lifted his head to look into the penetrating eyes of the dark lord. The gaze was suffocating and utterly disturbing, more so, because it seemed that the crazy megalomaniac wasn't even aware of giving it. The spy hardened his fists and tried to look unaffected, while waiting for the man to speak.
"Marvelous...indeed. Now ,my dear, give me the bottle that you have in your pocket and then show me your left forearm." Hissed the dark lord, still looking at him with that unnerving gaze.
Disturbed even more by the endearment, Severus rushed to complete the demand. And froze - on his even paler than before, but somehow by far healthier, almost glowing skin there was nothing. Not a sign of gruesome tattoo. Both happiness and dread filled Snape "My lord, I.."
"Just as I susspected." interrupted him harsh bone chilling hiss, and bony fingers grasped his arm. "Do not fear, my Severusss. This little side effect is nothing that cannot be fixed." Still holding Severus arm, with his left hand, the megalomaniac took out his wand and started caressing white skin with it's tip. "You are blessed to have the honor of becoming mine twice...Morsmorde".
The potions master bit his lip so as not to scream or vomit then the mark was burned into his skin. The taste of short lived freedom was bitter. Discreetly he moved his gaze away from the gruesome sight of his freshly mared skin. He wanted nothing more than to lower the sleeve, but for some reason the dark lord still held his arm with his left arm and still caressed it with his wandtip almost as if he was hypnotized by that action. Clearly the snake was finally going completely bonkers. Just what he needed.. two Dumbledore's. Finally, after what seemed to eternity the dark lord let go of Severus arm and hissed "You are dismissed, my Severusss."
Gathering his wits Severus Snape stood up, picked the mask from the stone floor and with a curt bow left. There was still another master that he had to see tonight.
TBC
A/N Geting all hot and bothered in front of the Dark lord that has already had some supressed desires, my my Severus such a tease...