I have convinced myself that Stein is absolutely perfect for Snape so when I saw that witch Medusa trying to kiss Snape's Stein, I almost flipped. Now I have to give this story a direction and plot by continuing.
Warning: heavy, indecent smut and… this chapter is very short but it'll never be this short again!
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Severus curled on his bed, head resting against his overly stuffed pillow with stitches splayed across it. Damn that stupid Meister for being such a great bed partner because really, that's why Severus was with the fool. It wasn't because he actually liked him and thought him smart (or at least smarter than the dunderheads that surrounded Severus on an everyday basis) or powerful. No, no, that would be silly coming from him. Of course denial was harder to swim in when he was currently curled under the long lab coat with stitches and was still sleeping with the stitched pillow Franken had given him. That stupid screw head—
"Go away Stein," Severus ordered as he sensed the very bastard he was thinking of. He opened his eyes and glared at the gray haired Meister now crouching easily on his window's ledge. He had kept it open for the scientist to come through, knowing that he would be too difficult to simply knock on his door like a normal human being. He smirked as he remembered the time when he had greased up the pole that abled to scientist to climb into his room. Oh, that was a fun day to send the man to the hospital! Of course he awakened, two weeks later, to the madman standing over him, black surgery marks already along his neck and some on his nose.
Stein smiled brightly at him, eyes closing with joy and almost immediately it sparked anger in Severus, prompting him to launch a small throwing star at him. Stein didn't even flinch, simply allowing it to sail right past him seeing as Severus hadn't aimed it to hurt him or even to scrape his already scarred skin.
"I don't want your imitation smiles, you imbecile," he spat nastily as an answer to the unasked question. The smile immediately dropped from the man's face and he observed Severus silently, face somber and body shifting to sit on the ledge, legs dangling past the small seat covered in black pillows. Severus remembered the first time they had stayed together without having sex during their entire time together. They cuddled (Severus Prince did not cuddle much less with Stein) on that soft seat, reading a book together. Severus had sat between those longer legs, snug against the warm furnace Franken had for a chest and pronounced the Farsi language in his deeper, silkier voice. It had been very nice… until Franken Stein thought it a good time to pull out his always handy black marker.
"Only you hate my smiles," Franken noted absently, sucking on a cigarette. Severus slid from his bed, prowling gracefully to his stitched up madman. He leaned forward before the man could blow out the smoke, pressing his lips close and pulling the poison into his own system with an easy breath, his tongue darting into the larger man's mouth to quickly taste him as he had wished to do earlier. Then he pulled back and tilted his head up, carelessly displaying his neck to his on-off lover, blowing a spiral above their heads.
"I do not like artificial emotions," he finally responded to the man, not making a move to meet the olive-green eyes. Franken sighed around his cigarette and silently he sucked on his poisonous stick, Severus stealing some smoke from his mouth whenever he felt like it until it was nothing but a nub that Franken flicked out of the window without care. Severus blew his last wisp of smoke in the shape of a scythe.
"That was new," Franken said for lack of anything else.
"It took me three days," Severus shrugged, climbing into Stein's lap. He still had on the stitched lab coat so that left Stein with nothing but his shirt, stitched with its different colors that clung tightly to the muscled body. Slowly Severus brought his stained fingers to the shirt, grabbing a clump of the fabric in a tight fist as though to pull Franken forward instead he yanked down hard, tearing it without a real care in the world.
"That was my favorite shirt," Stein complained with a bored sigh. Severus rolled his eyes at the stupid words and simply turned his attention to the muscular chest with its stitched. He went to the one that was his favorite, the one curving from his back in a vicious slice that also carved into the skin of his side and a bit of his abs. Yes, it was the one he made to take out his kidney, purposely too big so to make a large stitch across.
Had he done it to be mean? He would like to think so, to tell himself and Stein that he just wanted to scar him but a part of him that wasn't totally drowning in denial admitted that he made it larger because Stein liked it. The gray haired man liked stitches, he liked their look and their feel. He liked to make them, to sew up the human skin until it was together once more. There wasn't anything that Stein liked more than experimentation even if they are on his own body… well, perhaps he liked Severus a bit more?
Dammit, now wasn't time to think about his feelings or the lack of them because he didn't do things to please Stein and he didn't pull back his blows. 'We are swimming so far into denial that we might have just taken all the water from the river to immerse ourselves in!' a heavy voice cackled. Severus almost groaned out loud, all the time and effort he put into silencing that loud, sarcastic little voice was wasted. He knew that it hadn't actually done any good—it was a part of him and probably always would be and it had, technically, made sure that he hadn't lost himself when he… no, he wouldn't think of that.
"Even without cogs in your head, I can hear them churning and churning," Franken whispered, his lips pressed against his ear. Severus shook his head and tried to empty his mind. He hated when this happened, when he let his guard down enough to lose himself even just a little. 'Do you know why we can't help but trust him? We love him Severus, right? Don't we?' another voice, this one lighter and so low that it was almost silent whispered. He liked this voice much better but it rarely spoke unless it was to ask useless questions that he didn't want to answer. It too staved off the Madness that had threatened to consume him those years ago but the Madness wasn't near so why did they continue to bother him?
"They bother you so much yet they won't ever leave you alone," Franken chuckled emotionlessly and stood, his large hands holding Severus to his body so that his bare toes wouldn't touch the ground while he hung mostly limp. It took a lot of his concentration to suppress the voices but as he felt the warm arms of Stein wrapped around him, the voices slip away easily as though it were only the doctor's arms that kept him together. He blinked open his eyes and met the bare eyes of the Meister as he bowed his head down and used his hand to lift his head. When had he gotten rid of his glasses?
"You have such control, control that surpasses mine, and yet they always get the better of you every now and again, don't they?" Stein continued, his eyes alight with curiosity and something else. Severus was not in the mood to explore his voices but once Franken was fascinated by something, he went after it with the desperation of a dying man. He also felt the incessant need to—
"Dammit, Franken!" Severus shot his eyes downward and immediately saw the marker he had uncapped in his hand. It was one of the scentless ones so he couldn't smell it as Franken realized soon after his very first attempt to cut him open post coitus. He pushed against the strong chest lightly until Franken released him onto his feet and glared up at the man. He wanted to curse and shout at the fool and maybe truly beat him over the head as hard as he could and possibly kill the older man but Severus doubted he could ever truly do something like that.
"Get on the bed," he ordered instead. It would do nothing for him to shout or 'pout' (he didn't pout!) so he would do the next best thing. He shoved hard into the man's chest, sending him flying onto the bed, bouncing for a short second before Severus was above him, landing on his knees on the man's sternum and quickly lacing the large hands he so loved above the gray haired head. He snapped his fingers and quickly shot a bit of energy through Stein until his hands sunk through the headboard.
"I see you have learned something new," Franken smirked, looking at his trapped hands without fear. Despite his words, Severus wouldn't actually hurt him which confused and puzzled Stein. Why did the Meister-less Weapon always feel the need to hold back? Even when they had their 'spat' over the dissection debacle, the man didn't fight with all of his worth. He hadn't even tried to do more than send him crumbling to his knees in pain as a deadly poison dashed through his blood. Then, to make things more startling and confusing, he had left the antidote in arms reach before he stormed out.
Stein did not understand. Severus had been very, very angry so why hadn't he taken his revenge? Why had he saved Stein? He had never known Severus to be a very forgiving man and definitely not willing to give someone the antidote to his deadly concoctions. Actually, the more Stein pondered on it the more he turned his questions inward. Why had he, Doctor Franken Stein gone easy on the man? He hadn't gone as hard he could have gone, hadn't attacked nearly as viciously but why…?
"Are your cogs turning too?" The focus of his thoughts taunted, dark eyes glittering from the top of his pants, the man's teeth already pulling down his zipper seeing as his tongue made sure work of burning through his button. Franken did not answer and continued to stare in the intense gaze of his Severus. "Your thoughts are running around in your head, stabbing at my mind like a loud radio. You know the answer to your questions, we both do but we will not talk about them."
"Yes, being a Death Scythe does reward you with some… abilities," Franken observed calmly despite the shock that went through him. He hadn't known that Severus could read minds. He hadn't even known that it was an ability that a Weapon could have but there was a lot that they didn't know about each other. There were things about Severus that he didn't know but he suspected them. These things were dangerous. They could destroy him and a lot of others. They were evil and vile and yet he didn't bring them to the light. He didn't analyze them as he normally would. It was as Severus had already said: they had their questions, they knew the answer but they would not talk about them.
"That, more than anything… confuses me," Franken admitted truthfully. It was almost as if they… as if they…
"Your thoughts should not revolve around the obvious but around the organ that makes the sensible choices." Cool breath blew along the tip of his rigid erection, making it jump. Franken let out a mumble that sounded vague like an explicative that got louder as Severus closed his lips around the head, tongue swirling around like an expert. Yes, the pleasure that Severus gave him was great, making his mind blank abruptly as Severus took him deeper and deeper, the head of his cock knocking into the man's throat and then yes, even deeper!
Franken closed his eyes and bucked his hips, feeling the warm throat convulse as its owner choked at the sudden movement. He did it again and almost yelped as the man below pulled back, teeth dragging over the sensitive flesh in a move that was just a bit too rough for the average man but heaven for him. Franken's eyes snapped open and he looked at the man with his eyes that yelled his smugness. The younger man released his cock with an obscene 'pop' and smirked smugly.
"It seems I can still make you unravel," Severus taunted, crawling up the muscled body he so loved, nipping at skin and sutures, tongue darting along the chiseled groves of his muscles. Franken narrowed his eyes at the powerful Weapon without a Meister.
"You are purposely dragging this out," he accused.
"True," Severus shrugged and he did not feel the least bit of guilty, not that he should. He had the upper hand at the moment and this was obviously punishment for attempting to dissect him and launch an experiment on him. It had escaped Stein's notice that a scientist can sense a test being conducted on him and Severus had simply come to know him so the experiment had been shut down after a single day and the dissection in a millisecond. He hadn't even gotten past making the careful markings on the lily pale skin.
"We have not done this in a long time… I want to savor it," Severus continued, grabbing hold of his turgid flesh and slowly lowering onto it until he hit the bottom out. He paused, face flushed and mouth half opened. His long nails dug into Stein's stomach as he slowly lifted himself up until only the tip remained in his silky, burning opening then he dropped back down abruptly. He grinded down, his eyes falling shut and his body becoming an instrument of sexual pleasure as he rode and grinded in time with his lover's mini-thrusts.
"I tire of being under your control," Franken grunted as his lover came down once more. This was going too slow, too soft for him. He pulled at his wrists and realized, admittedly very late, that they weren't actually being held by anything special but the thin wood that made up the headboard. He immediately broke it and shifted their position, standing to his feet and slamming Severus into the wall. Severus let out a gasp and his body quivered around him.
"Ten minutes to break free, you are losing your edge to age, old man," Severus panted out. His words were less effective as he let out an echoing screaming when Franken slammed directly into his prostate and started up a speed that normal humans would never be able to create much less keep up with. Onyx eyes began to roll into the back of their owner's head and the only thing Severus could do was hang onto his scientist, creating long lines of cuts in the process and enjoy the pleasure of Stein slamming into him over and over, stretching his opening with little care and bruising his delicate skin with even less care.
Severus hissed silently and bit down hard into the juncture of Stein's neck and shoulder. They came at the same time, growling through their orgasms like wild animals. Their sweat soaked bodies stayed connected for a long time, blood and cum falling to carpeted floor in small drips and drops, the only sound was their panting breaths as they stared into each other's eyes.
'That little fucker was right! This is definitely true love, old sport!' the loud voice cackled obnoxiously. 'Yes, we love him, right Severus? Why won't you say we love him?' the little one whispered just as annoyingly.
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"I want to hire you," Stein stated in the silence of the room. They had taken a shower together where they had another round of sex and then another shower and were now under the black covers, Severus almost sleeping within the other's strong arms and Stein smoking a victory cigarette. He blinked his eyes up and slowly turned his head to meet the other man who wasn't looking at him. Instead his olive gaze was on his signature skull-smoke.
"You couldn't afford my services, Doctor Stein," Severus sniped quickly which was true. Severus' services were very, very expensive. So expensive that Severus could have stopped working after only two years and live a very comfortable life. If the relatively young Weapon didn't know what could happen in his stillness, he would have quit but he needed to keep busy. In any case, there wasn't a chance that Stein would ever be able to afford him.
"Well, I must that that is true Doctor Prince," Stein countered easily with one of his fake smiles that caused Severus to bite him. "I must correct my earlier statement. I was offered the chance to tell you of a potential employer."
"Who is this potential employer?" Severus had a bad feeling in his gut that he already knew who wanted him but it was always good to ask in case he was jumping to conclusions. The only person Severus could think of that would (much less could) approach Stein without fear of being dismembered (other than Severus) was—
"Lord Death."
'FUCK!' 'Severus, aren't we happy? We will be closer to Stein, won't we?'
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To Be Continued…?
Well, here is the treat you all deserve! Isn't that nice… now give me comments so I will continue.
