Disclaimer: I own naught.

Warnings: Slavery. Non-con. Angry!Harry. Violation. Abuse. Torture. Cannibalism.
Pairings: HP/lm/ss. VK/HG.

Rainbow Row
By: Replacement for the Stars

Chapter Ten:
Classy

(O.o)

Snape clutched the legs of the chair in front of him as he tried to ignore his throbbing erection. Before this, he had barely touched himself, let alone known what to do in any sort of sexual situation, and that lack of experience showed obviously through here when he didn't know how to ask Harry if he could bring himself off. He rested his head against Harry's calf, wondering if he could one day press himself to the long muscle and feel it flex against his cock, and then he could move up and press himself to the curve of Harry's knee, and Harry close his leg so he was squeezing Snape's erection until he thought it would be cut in half, and then he would be allowed to give Harry a blowjob and then he would explode all over himself; and hoping beyond hope, he wanted for Harry to only touch him once down there, so he would know the sensation of someone's hand on him, because he knew it would be rude to ask for anything more. It was an honor to be allowed to be so close to the heat of Harry that he wouldn't even think of asking his Master for more.

Harry's brusque hands quickly turned Snape around and the long calf Snape had watched longingly pressed against his chest, one of the feet Snape knew so well dropping down just in front of his aching erection, as if Harry was mocking him with the knowledge that he would never know what it was like to press himself to another man's skin and feel himself explode from the sheer sensation of it. But Snape preened at the touch of Harry's skin against his and rested his head against Harry's skin.

Harry looked down at his unfortunate pet and wondered if he should have Malfoy jack Snape off, but he had a feeling that what Malfoy was going to do to Snape in the Astronomy Tower would be completed if he allowed Malfoy near his pet. He had obtrusively placed his leg in front of Snape's erection, as an invitation, but Snape either didn't want to or didn't understand, so Harry adjusted himself and pressed his calf to Snape, causing his pet to suddenly, riotously thrust forward, wildly caress and rut against Harry's leg, lips mouthing things Snape could no longer speak against Harry's skin, and it was only moments before Snape exploded, slumping back against Harry, the back of his head resting on Harry's stomach. Harry looked blankly at his pet's contented features before Banishing the mess and then turning his attention to Malfoy, who was slowly awakening under Hermione's spells.

"You may leave, Hermione," Harry suddenly allowed her, and Hermione escaped without another word, blushing furiously at the memory of hearing Snape getting off on only rutting against Harry's leg. "Ah, Malfoy. Do you remember our agreement of you being allowed to walk around Hogwarts without supervision?"

Malfoy snorted and stiffly turned his head to glare at Harry. Snape caught the look and retreated, tucking his head against Harry's warm groin and staring down at his knees, thrusting them into his chest. "Master, our agreement was that I was given an hour, in which I would touch no one, be seen by no one, and if I assaulted anyone, you would punish me." Malfoy rolled his eyes and tried to sit up, but Harry stopped him with an icy glare.

"Yes, slave. Now that I see what you almost did to my pet, I have to ask: what part of your body do you value least?"

(O.o)

Snape looked curiously at Harry's offering but ate it anyway, feeling the salty inner liquid explode against his mouth and nearly make him gag. He tried to hide it but Harry petting his hair told him it was okay, and Snape shuddered, shaking his head wildly. "Very well, pet," Harry mused, and looked up at the man clutching a bloody knife just across from them. "We'll let him keep his other eye since you dislike them so much." Harry leaned forward, glancing over Malfoy's branded chest and the two jewels jammed into the skin above his collarbones, and his gaze rested on Malfoy's pectorals. "Left or right, pet?"

Snape shrugged and after a moment, licked Harry's left hand. Harry nodded and rewarded Snape with a caress to his cheek. "Cut off your left pectoral muscle," Harry tonelessly ordered, and he comfortably leaned back to watch the process. He had learned a spell to exponentially speed up the healing process a week or so prior, and had been using it on Malfoy all night—a bonus was that it was excruciating, so he had the opportunity to see Malfoy cry twice. Malfoy obeyed with a furious glare, letting out crude cut-off sobs and unwilling to shake away his tears as he sawed through skin and muscle. Snape had nearly fallen asleep by the time Malfoy was done, and Harry had to roughly prod him awake; "Pet, eat this." Snape obeyed and licked the blood off Harry's hands as Malfoy screamed, hitting himself in the thigh with the butt of the knife as his chest healed into a shiny white scar, creasing over where his nipple had once been.

Snape's hands dropped to his stomach, where his belly was full, a tight and warm drum against his skin, and he nuzzled Harry's thigh contentedly, wishing he could stay here all night, but the nightly ritual was the same and Snape always hated it. He and Malfoy were stuck together on the two dog beds at the foot of Harry's bed, and once Harry fell asleep, Malfoy usually kept Snape awake with cruel examples of how Harry liked him more than Snape, with threats that he would be strangled if he fell asleep, and he knew that this night would be the worst of all.

To his surprise, Harry locked them in a cage together and looked softly at Snape, who keened loudly for him and pressed himself into the corner closest to Harry's bed, realizing that they were floating above their usual small beds, just at Harry's eye level, where if either of them did something Harry didn't approve of, he would be able to see it immediately. Harry stopped Snape's mental sigh of relief with a cruel glare. "Don't think I don't know of your petty games, Malfoy, and if you try anymore of them, it won't be small parts you'll be cutting off. I know of some healthy parts on you that pet has not tried yet. Do not test me."

Harry turned onto his side and went promptly to sleep, and Malfoy kept Snape up all night with tales of terror, with a story about love so twisted it made a man kill himself.